Engraved in the memories 
that squirting milk that fell dark from mother's hand
the intention to loot more, or desire to skip it all
roof top solitary with the glass ,return pretense, to have engulfed with an artificial burp 
to cease the longing to go hastily for the boisterous play 
that promises to award excitement 
for my long-held attention right from the yesterday
calling, my friends from a far away field 
disobedience at grandma's order, or a mutual consensus or whatever
garden pipe splashed with no master
my negligence mom,grandma for now i'm enthralled with a ball in the field.