As I sat on my bed saw my belongings all around my room and the pictures how I was and how I am , I thought of the easy life I had when I was young and young to an extent where I was little in looks and dreams. And this small little poem takes me back to my small little childhood when and where I was happy and only happy!
The childhood dreams , the teenage screams
The world so bright, the s
un so kind
The things that were easy, nothing was messy
Gone are the days, when the things I wanted came for coins
now the dreams are big,hopes are high..
now struggle has become my sky
Play again, fly again, laugh again and cry again
Fall again, get up again, smile again and fight again
Yes, I want to fly back to my childhood again!