Holding tight <br /> <br />in my small fist <br /> <br />Hopping on feet <br /> <br />One by one <br /> <br />I run to shop <br /> <br />Two lane away <br /> <br />Greeting happily <br /> <br />A shopkeeper asking <br /> <br />I show him my fist <br /> <br />full with four coins <br /> <br />Of twenty fives <br /> <br />Opening a jar <br /> <br />Taking out <br /> <br />packets four <br /> <br />Happily picking <br /> <br />I ran home <br /> <br />To open those packs <br /> <br />One by one <br /> <br />I finish them all <br /> <br />Those were the days <br /> <br />In every small packs <br /> <br />Were hidden bundle of joys <br /> <br />Unlimited joys<br /><br />kalpana shah<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/holding-tight-2/
