Come back those sweet days
Days of rejoice
When world’s most pricy gift was
Chocolates given by dad
Most secure place was
Mummy‘s lap….
Punishment means going school…..
And heavy school bag ……
Only task was doing homework
Party means playing in the park….
Battle of Troy was
Fighting with bro n sis
Ultimate winning was snatching their toys
Bravery was breaking them in piece….
Drawing on newly painted wall
Was unique hobby
Scolding of neighbor’s
Was like a trophy……
Longest waiting used to be
Birthday and birthday gift…
Source of pampering was…
Getting clap and cards in the class ….
Oh I miss those days……
Sharing Tiffin …..
And throwing toffee treats….
Best mates
My life’s golden page….
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ReplyDeleteThe rhythmic lines of memories are like sailing paper boat in rain as a flash back, I reached in my childhood and melodious memories sparked for a while……Great simplicity in your work. For me poetry is a wave that can sensitize you throughout your boundaries of emotion and you are able to feel those poetic lines in you.
ReplyDeletethank u for encouraging me with such nice and beautiful word...ur blessing is my inspiration..if a poet like you says this worthy to read that means i am on good track
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