my words.. my world..(Chayashree Pathak).

I shouted from the gate Mommy Sorry I got late I was playing with my horse Seeing the sun playing with the clouds And then suddenly I saw him and his eyes Mommy Sorry I got Late I wanted to help him  I thought he lost his way You have always taught me to help others I just wanted to oblige to what you say Mommy Sorry I got late But he looked like a nice man He looked at me with loads of love I was perplexed seeing him stand Mommy Sorry I got late He was of my Grandpa’s age He said I reminded him of his Granddaughter And he would love to see my horse Graze Mommy Sorry I got late But He played then with me and the horse I told him I need to reach home before it would get dark He patted my head and blessed me with his heart  I ran home bidding him goodbye As I wanted to reach home before it would get dark Mommy Sorry I got late But I cannot lie Wish it would have happened this way On that fateful day Wish ...