What I Like.. Poem by Jatin Srivastava

What I like,


What I like,
Is it the voice of father, who says,
You are waking up so late,
Or the mother's voice, do fast,
School bus is on the gate.

Is it the morning luring to stays
And not go to school,
Or the friends asking to play,
And move to the grounds,


Is it the mothers call,
To be the best in the class,
Or the fathers warn,
To be good than neighbour ‘s ward

Is it the flowers and the flies
With their fragrance and the cries
Or the birds, and their cheers
Moving like my desires, in the skies

Is it the watching, movies,
Which are played these days
Or playing the new game,
Brought by the father "car race"

Yes I am walking straight the road,
Seeing the sky watching the rays,
To get the answer to get the ways,
Where to go and where to stay.