Sunday, 9 August 2015

The Childhood days

Curious eyes
wandering everywhere;
observing new views;
relearning old tricks;
during childhood years;
sweet filled innocence

Play times;
eagerly waited;
by innocent souls
alluring them
towards fun and merriment

School times
colourless plain;
yet seem golden
during last days 
filled with pain

Small fights;
everlasting love;
unbinding relations;
old buddies;
stay young forever
while we grow

Sleep worry free
as world goes round;
day night changes;
minutes fly;
but life must go on
is their lesson
to all old and wise

The wish to grow soon;
quick and fast;
no work only play
remains hidden lie;
pretty soon;
tiny ones will know








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