Back To Childhood

In the silent lonely night

When the stars twinkle on the sky

My heart bubbled with memories

Old memories are sweet

It can throb the heart with joy

And dip  deep in the ocean of sorrow.

Back to childhood is impossible

But my heart thirst  for

A time which collect every tiny bits from nature

And store in the locker of innocence

Where I find the love and care,

The laughtr from the depth of heart,

And the cry from the innocent  demand

But as season changes,

Innocence opens the door to adolesence

Thoughts and  deeds  fall on the filthy world

And  the dirt is filled within.

Waiting for a chance to throw the dirty filthy bundle away

And treasure the pebbles of innocence once again.

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