Once In My Childhood

Once in my childhood I found a ring of Gold, Unaware I was, it was Not known to me, What gold is! While returning from Market to home, With my grand mom, . She was ahead of me And I was behind Like a satellite, followed her. It was my habit(still persists) to play With the needle like things, Like stick, broomstick, That can be broken easily Always I was busy and I Couldn’t sit peacefully or Lay asleep, needed some work To engage myself and my mind I was walking and slowly Breaking the ring and throwing The tiny part of the gold, On the road. Into the realm of own world I lagged behind few steps And then suddenly I found Grand mom stood In front of me and said, Hey what are you doing? Show me, I shown her Oh! You a fool, Alam It is gold! “The precious metal”. Gold, this is the Gold and You have wasted almost half. This is old story that happened to me When, I was six year old, unknown to Gold. Today sitting on the balcony, I was watching Garbage lifter, everything he was lifting, He was watching beautifully to find something. I went on that period and seen My grand mom who died in 1984 She is going back to home With me and I am throwing Gold I am not crying but laughing Whenever I am writing I find Grand mom Guiding and Shouting Still I am throwing Gold Whatever I have, belongs to other I am enjoying, world is enjoying What do I need!