Childhood

When ...

A blanket over few pillows made for a bunker

Paper bullets were shot with bands of rubber

A glass of milk could be a daunting enemy

If not cast-off, when mum wasn’t watching

Mud was the central ingredient for laddoos

Moulding which, were on top of our to-dos

Train journeys were like travel through time

And siblings were your best partner-in-grime