When I was a Child

When I was a child, put to bed,
my little soul in holy mother's shade,
brother cheered me when I was sad,
being a child was not at all bad.

The love for me of my dad,
the friends, when l was a lad,
the deep ambitions I had had,
failure, those days made me too sad

I would steal and get caught handed red,
I would sob in sister's lap, hiding my head,
I remember telling stories that had read,
how an innocent child I was made!

Two n' two makes four, I'd add,     
I would hurt and Ma ran for aid,
devouring sweets n' brother would raid,
I shall remember, till I am dead.

-Chandra Prakash 'Ambar'