muniya re muniya

The early cuckoo Cued in my sleep I leaped in my shorts And ran out to the deep. He gave a poor throw I caught it with a brilliance Once the bat had hit it far Saying goodbye & a good riddance. We made the ball From the cloth and socks No windows to break No watches, no clocks. At the tenth ray of the sun We had to run  From our Cricket's street To embrace Amma's soft beat. The days and nights hopped around Those were my lunchbox days As I see back from my window The sea waves are roaring loud, Whispering in is the childhood sound.