Rustom Ji and Ramu

It's a rusty memory

Of almost two decades old,

Going to school was my role,

Mom was busy taking care

Of her little one, and

I was running late for

My secondary home, my school

With RUSTOM Ji as my ride

To and from the school

With his friend RAMU, the horse.

It was fascinating how,

Ramu heeded all his calls

Whether it was to start or to stop.

I used to ask him many questions

About the steed, and very patiently

He used to answer them all.

Every day I was the only one

Getting my favourite orange candies,

Of which I often fed one to the Ramu.

I was the first one to be picked,

And the last ride Home,

And singing songs all time along,

With the other kids just like me,

Planning about which games to be played,

In the break time, and what they brought

In their tiffin box and that special ladoo,

That Maa said to not share with anyone

And I always shared it too.

I plucked so many beautiful leaves

Just to feed them to Ramu,

But of not any use

As he was not a fan of beautiful leaves.

I still miss Rustom Ji and Ramu

My all-time favourite ride to school.

-miraculously miracle❣

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