Now the mud ruin the shoe…

Rain Drops , Poor Kids , Joy  of life , Kids playing in rain

Before we grew up…

Light passes through the droplets,

Rainbow brings some hope.

Kids dance, like in trance.

Joys of water , ripe crop in the farms,

The smell of sand, breeze hitting the arms.

Splashing water, games insane.

That all when we were kids,

Now the mud ruin the shoe…

Attitude change, situations don’t.

Things which used to amuse,

Now don’t impress anymore.

Twinkles die in the hearts,

Wrinkle is what we have.

Yet another Conversation…. :)

12 Responses to Morning

  1. Nice Jumbling words… :)