In childhood
I wanted to touch the sky
I wanted to fly high and high
as birds do,
Those were beautiful days
only food, fun and play
tension free all the way
In night, while feeding me
my mother used to tell me stories
some of angels, some of hero's bravery
I don't remember but she says
'you always fell asleep while listening to those 'magical' stories'
Those were wonderful days indeed
Neither there was exam fear
Nor any hesitation in disclosing pain and revealing tears
Fighting with siblings was usual
but bonding of love was stronger and deeper
Just Think..
If realizing those moments is good enough to bring a smile
then living..............................
simply awesome: -)
A beautiful poem it is.I can feel the reality of the truth.
I hope the childhood memories the best and a man can be judged.. Man as far my personnel thought, is the mystic one Fighting with siblings and next moment playing with them as if nothing happened but as we grow we discard mentally the quality where as it should be and this is because of evil ego nice memories Peace be upon you and your family
You travel me back to my sweet time....i cant get more of being child, if i can undo my life i want to be there once again...lovely write :) it makes me feel strong and innocent again! ! thanks_Soul
a poem of wonderful memories that will always bring a smile to one's face? .......well written
Childhood is indeed memorable under the guidance of our loving parents...with them beside life is happiness!
Beautiful chidhood memories! But Abhishek, you are not too far away from childhood, except having the tension of exams! I wonder how many poems have so far been written in praise of Childhood! Enjoyed this excursion to those carefree days! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice thoughts of childhood which we all remember and explained so well and never forget...regards