Childhood
Childhood by Bubbles Kandhari
What would I not give to have you back
My childhood, my innocence, my carefree days
The little pranks with a twinkle in the eyes
The thrill of the first downpour, the shouts and cries
The little smack of the protective parents
The scolding and chiding for the mischief apparent.
Simple pleasures, fun filled laughter
Greatest tensions were teachers and masters
There was no worry about what is cooking
Only wish to know how one is looking
Which dress is good, what color is right
This is too bright and that a shade light.
The first love, the infatuations
The feeling of exhilaration
Dreams of youth and its aspirations
Life of parties and jubilations.
Those days were fleeting
Youth too is so deceiving
What we see now is old age peeping
Forever with us and slowly creeping.
A stand of grey hair near the temples
A little weight around the midriff
Gone are the lithe and lissome figures
Slender, agile and supple features.
This grey hair is now for keeps
Laugh now you may though your heart bleeds
Laughing lines are what we see
Yet laughing matter now it cannot be.
Gone are the days of deep slumber
Restless nights are what I remember
Could these days not be preserved forever also?
Oh! My childhood, my innocence, my carefree days
Where are you gone, I miss you so.