Thursday, January 31, 2008 by Indrajit
no, never would the sweets be stolen,
from all your secret places i know,
I promise not to bug Grandpa-
when he drifts to his siesta's dose.
Never would I come from games after dusk,
and your son would do as you say..
and i wont turn grumpy, time and again-
please come back now , if you may..
nor would I cry watching my other kindergarten pals cry,
or squeeze my toothless sister's cheeks, till she howls and cries,
and lace her face with her spews, no fuss i would display.
Never would i hide granpa's cap or scribble in his diary,
come back please, i can't wait no more,
for the last time,Granny- forgive me, once more..