My Childhood Life Poem by amit yadav

Was an age of childhood, was a treasure of happiness.
wanting to get to the moon, the heart was crazy of butterfly.
Never heard of the morning, nor was the locus of the evening,
Come to school exhausted, had to go to the park to play,
grandma's story about fairies had to get.
paper ship were in the water, every season was pretty.
Were partners in every game, every relationship and every proposal was to be portrayed..
there was not wound tongue, nor was the measure of wound.
there was no any reason of crying, excuse not to laugh..
I miss those days tears in the eyes
We had nowhere to go but to my friend..