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| Two children talking and playing together. I still miss my childhood. Photo by: Wiki Paintings |
Please return the history of my
childhood
That boat made of paper which I use
to play
And those beautiful days in the heavy
rain
Those oldest memories of the neighbourhoods
That old lady who use to shout aloud
to children
Those fairy stories that grandmother
use to tell
Even if someone tries I cannot forget
it easily
Those short nights and long stories
by grand father
Escaping away from the house in the
mid-afternoons
The melody of birds chirping in the
morning and evening
The cat that tries to chase and
capture illusive butterfly
Having disagreements with friends
while playing with dolls
That falling from the swing and
standing up again
Those gifts of sweets, cakes,
chocolates were so dear to me
Those candies still makes me remind
of those days
Sometimes I go to the beach with
white sand
Make houses from sand and then
destroy them
That season was the picture of the
good times
Those dreams and toys were our wealth
at childhood
At that time we were not affected by
the sadness of the world
Those times when we weren’t bound in
relationships
We never had the worries and grief of
world like today
That life still seems more beautiful
than today
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