Childhood Days Poem by Balambal Suryanarayanan

Childhood days

My childhood days
Are my golden rays
When I'm now whining
I feel my childhood smiling
No beating, No pain
No knowledge about cheating, always our reign
We spent our days crying
And whatever we asked our parents kept buying
We played and played - for day and night
And our eyes were always bright
Our eyes spoke of mischief
Our hands held a kerchief
No books, No burdens
Talkative as the youth brooks, as we had pardons
No one ever thought of scolding us
Even though we made a big a fuss
Our innocent faces saved us
But not today, which shows us
Born in a cradle
Fed with a ladle
I wore mittens
Similar to those worn by the 3 little kittens
I knew no one
Except my pa and mum
I was shy
As I did not know with colors I could fly
I loved those times
I grew with rhymes
I was free like a bird
Even in the family herd
But schools spoiled my joy for ever
In the first two stages of kindergarten I enjoyed very clever
The third stage showed me what hell was
And grew as a greater hell in every class
Bags and bags
All those nasty rags
I wish I could go back to my childhood
I can't, but in my school I can enjoy Brotherhood
It would be wonderful to be in our own world
And its possible only in our childhood days
Always cherish your childhood memories.....
which are golden......