Toys

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Our only thing to play,

We were little children,

Our only way to say,

Communicate with a friend.

We try, we make,

We mould, we break.

Gifted by loved ones.

Every time new.

A plethora of them,

After some time very few.

 

Bringing them home,

Playing with delight.

No sharing of these,

Nor parting with them,

Break free from rules,

They come to our rescue

A creative boredom,

Playful compatibility.

Innocent joys,

These are none but my toys!



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