Childhood

These days, like a caged bird and a closed mind,

Mounting maturity and insight,

Like slipping sand seems old times,

Running out, just out of sight!

Those beautiful days, when we all shared;

In those laughing eyes and immature sighs;

The innocence of a child.

Unrestricted like sun rays,

Like wind over the mountains,

A river through a valley,

Like the flight of a butterfly,

Those days too, just flew by.

I yearn for my childhood,

When I watched ants make their homes,

When I discovered the beauty of a flower,

When love and trust freely prevailed,

And you and me, just never cared!

Those times too, seemed so hard,

Unbearably small, as was considered by all,

With small hands and big dreams,

To be grown and be free!

I want those days to come back,

I want to relive my childhood,

To be precious as a gem stone,

Be caressed, as the motherly moonlight

Caresses every blade of grass.

I want the innocence that is now lost

Like cried tears.

I want to undo the puzzle of my life

And relive my childhood!