Childhood
Riding down on the wheels of Time,
Through the bends and curves of weary life,
Pleasure it was to halt awhile,
At the start of life as a little kid,
Much we enjoyed those care free days,
With fun and frolic all around,
Nothing to bother and none to nag,
Far removed from staring gaze.
Great it was to ‘dwell' inside,
The house we built with twigs and leaves.
We donned the guise of ‘Dad and Mom',
And ate the dish, we cooked instant.
Fun it was to play ‘Hide n' Seek',
With friends reversing the role in turn,
The cop chasing the thief in hide,
And the thief evading the cop in chase.
Foolish it was to bury beneath,
Many a coin-shining bright,
With hopes to see them sprout some time,
Yielding thousands for the autumn pick.
As the rain comes tumbling down,
With water filling every pond and well,
We devised far brighter schemes,
To enjoy life in better ways.
We caught the ants and lady birds,
And put them inside paper boats,
We watched them being set afloat,
Over the muddy puddles left by rain.
With thrill gripping every nerve,
And wonder glistening our curious eyes,
We caught the ‘Minnows' one by one,
Those trapped within the towel spread,
Picking each with careful hands,
We moved them into a tiny pond.
Darting down and coming up,
We watched them, swim all around.
Little things and petty scenes,
Thus filled our hearts with instant joy.
Life never seemed dull or drab,
With each day holding its own charm,
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poem by Valsa George
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