When I was a kid too small

I want to find the rubber ball
I lost near the spring
When I was a kid too small
We were playing uphill
Danu threw it to me
I was not able to catch
The ball rolled down the hill
I raced behind it
Before it fell down the 20 feet ditch
Near the spring
There I am still trying to find it

I want to talk to my father’s grandma
She was 100 plus and left us
When I was a kid too small
Sitting in the kitchen garden
Below guava tree
She sang folk songs
Told stories
How was their world 100 year back?
Still looking for her in the kitchen garden
Where the breeze whisper in her voice

I want to play I spy
With my brother and sisters
I hide myself in the almirah
When I was a kid too small
Hiding, I ate half the sweets
Mama had placed there
She was angry to all
But I told her the truth
She melted, took me in her arms
Now the almirah is too small for me
Still yearning for the taste of those sweets

Tikhroo was my best friend
I took him to the fields
When I was a kid too small
There was a snake in the grass
Tikhroo saved my life
He is gone
I want him back in the fields
Tikhroo come and chase me

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