Childhood Days Poem by Abhay Mishra

Those days of deep unconcern,
Without anxiety, no fear
Those days when sun was sun
And the water crystal clear.

Those days so easy and free,
Every morsel tasted great,
Those days with mother-divine
Rubbing love on my cheeks wet.

Those days of true immaturity,
Only mother-wit by my side,
Those days when the inner being
Dreamed to whoosh and glide.

Those days of pretty ignorance,
No speculation of future and past
Those days when biting about
Every bit spread in the vast.

Those days- months of Sundays
Laughter fell clear and plain
Those days -extravagant days
Plentiful in every grain.

Those days of sheer amateurishness,
And chimera by the gray-haired,
Those days topped with tales
And riddles for the bread.

Those days nor dark nor bright
But blatantly spoke what's what
Those days smile from the easel
Deriving 'something' from 'the not'.*