Childhood Memoir Poem by Bhaarat Kurda

Childhood Memoir



Got into reminiscence, the memories of childhood,
As long as I remember, and far as I can see,
The time so magical, the time so cherished,
The moments of happiness and a long mischievous spree.

The playgrounds, the gardens, the farms we invade,
With friends we travel and go on magical crusade,
The fights, the beatings, the bruises, the marks,
The complaints from the neighbours and hour long harps.

The wins and loses, the mockery and chuckles,
The punishment from the teachers, and together we snicker,
The meadows we roam under sun blazing hot,
The trees we climbed, and hunt berries with slingshot.

For ice creams and candies we used to skip meals,
With last bell of the school our cheerfull and relaxed squeals,
The money when needed Grandma used to provide,
She was a saviour, a protector and perfect place to hide.

Counting the stars while lying under the moon,
A shooting star that always made us whisper a wish soon,
In a swish the time has changed and entire childhood is lost,
If there is a deal I can make, I'll buy it whatever the cost.

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