The childhood days, now nowhere -
memories of old strewn in the air.
memories of old strewn in the air.
Past glee and whispers have dried -
Oh! Those colourful days, joyful ride!
As the yesteryears are flipped -
aware how far we have leaped.
Mind full of joy, now laid bare -
childhood spent in love and care.
The joyous wings used to flutter -
now tied in bond and worldly clutter.
The edges of study desks rotten -
Old and new, some mates forgotten.
Days flipping books, a real zinger -
the aroma of innocence still linger.
Days of jolly pranks, fooling friends -
treaded aimlessly; No curve, no bends.
Thru’ kids of today, my childhood peeps -
amongst all treasures, they are for keeps.
PRASENJIT©1997-2025
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