Number Games.

The doors were closed and locked The windows are damaged Here I see the old primary school Where little ones studied the mother language Where they learnt to sing and imitate The worldly songs of birds and parrots Plucked and ate sweet wild fruits They knew they were inseparable part of nature To grow with every thing with humanely Lot of memories passed through the mind And tears came in such deep sorrow Unfortunate school is closed forever The strength and number game made it this way Still there is hope knowing well it is only hope Shall ever have a chance to see it opened And scenes of smiling little minds playing.