Childhood summer

At last over,
my exam days,
Piles of books,
are now garbage,

Picked up the bat,
and headed for lane.
Hit sixer,
and broke window pane.

Late in the afternoon,
I looked at trees,
Holding the kite,
waited for breeze.

Rice water and mangoes,
was must for noon,
Night was spent,
sleeping under the moon.

Childhood summer,
was naughty but sweet.
Those unforgettable days,
I just cherish it.