Payal Malhotra


childhood-The best days of my life


When i was struggling to stand on my feet
like others do, and suddenly tumbled down
it seemed like the worst day of my life

On my first day of school
when my mother forcefully said' goodbye'
I thought it was my worst day

When i forgot my notebook in school
and my teacher scolded me
hmmm that was my worst day

When my friends disowned me
and i was left to gaze, i felt so lonely
I believed my worst day was HERE

On my journey of life
today when i look back
I feel those were the best days of my life
And i wish to be a CHILD once again

Those moments I lived
has evolved me to be a better person each day
on my life's journey from good to great

Submitted: Friday, January 24, 2014
Edited: Friday, January 24, 2014
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