Different sounds of my childhood days.

Different sounds of my childhood days.

Still I am obsessed with the,
different sounds of my childhood days.
Still those sounds are ecoing my ears.

Early in the morning my sleep broke with,
the sounds of 'jingling'
when my mother washed the utensils,
to prepare the daily meals.

I opened my eyes.
The morning greeted me,
with the 'screeching'of birds,
from near by trees and bushes.

I heard the 'clanging'sounds,
of metallic bell of school hours
which increased my panic
and kept me tensed.

When I went to playground in afternoon,
I heard the 'shrilling' sounds of whsitle,
of my football coach
that stimulated my energy.

In the evening I heard the,
'ringing' sound of the cycle bell
when my father returned from office
which got on my nerve.

At night on bed,
I could only hear the 'snoring',
of my father
which mocked the silece.

But I liked the 'pattering' sounds,
of the rain
when it fell on my rooftop
and led me into sweet dreams.