Who does not

There were kids in every nook and corner
Of all shapes and sizes

Two in a room listening to music

one in her lost in thought

two in the backyard climbing walls

one in his room studying probably 

and the eldest being spoiled by the oldies

All seven with choices unknown
One wannabe master and enforcer
One joker and jumpy
One intelligent and promising
One sufferer and romantic 
One quite and pondering
One cricketer and laadla
And one who was a foe and continues to be so
Those seven who shared their house 

Today, the house is silent

and no one lives together

some dont even talk

Seven **** [paternal grandfather's name bearers]
Seven households
Two dont even share the same name anymore
Mothers, fathers, husbands, aunts

Do they think about the time
When they would line up
And pose for the family picture
Too many to be quiet
And yet too distant they were
Their big little world
Insignificant in times now
And lost even in their memory.

[one become nostalgic at times. also cause of obvious reasons.]