Treasure Island

C. P. Sharma

(July 12,1941 / Bissau, Rajasthan)


Memories of childhood prattle sweet,
Strange, funny utterances incomplete;
Toddling walk on the faltering feet,
Falling down, the same to repeat.

The fondly fight among the siblings,
Pulling one another's strings,
Shielding us to mom we cling,
Affectionately she sweet kisses flings.

Later through sweet sour we wade,
Asking mom for sweet lemonade;
Never bothered about sun and shade,
All the day with friends we played.

When came back in game hurt,
With all sort of soil on shirt;
Silently and stealthily came in home
Dad's scolding on us large loom.

Passing away of grandpas
Of great grief it was a cause,
Of saving grace they were straws,
That day our grief we couldn't gauze.

The memories of childhood sweet or sour,
Make a person bloom as crimson flower;
When I think of the affectionate bower,
I feel as fresh as if I just had a shower.

Submitted: Friday, May 30, 2008

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  • Elena Sandu (4/7/2010 4:30:00 PM)

    The memories of childhood sweet or sour,
    Make a person bloom as crimson flower;
    Lovely poem, lovely lines..and true! ! Wish I could give a hundred of 10' have to deal with only one, sorry.. (Report) Reply

  • Ruth Walters (8/20/2009 8:14:00 AM)

    What beautiful sentiment C.P. I especially the last line in the last verse, very descriptive. A smashing poem this.

    Ruthy: -D (Report) Reply

  • rago rago (5/11/2009 5:48:00 AM)

    memoirs of life always rejunevate us.........and childhood rememberances a great tonic to what ever form the rememberance is always like green leaf.... a beautiful piece of memory....... (Report) Reply

  • Vaibhav Pandey (2/10/2009 1:21:00 AM)

    wow sir.......such a delightful piece......those childhood days will remain engraved in our hearts forever......thanks for writing this. (Report) Reply

  • Atsiylah Garfinkel (2/6/2009 6:19:00 PM)

    A delightful piece! I enjoyed the easy read, and found it invoked my own childhood memories! Very well written! 10/10 (Report) Reply

  • Salu Salu (1/14/2009 2:40:00 AM)

    the cycle of childhood rolls over all universal landslides... everyone everywhere more or less same...your sweet memoir brings good attention to persuade me
    to look into mine for a moment........thanks for sharing/salu (Report) Reply

  • Bonnie Collins (12/25/2008 10:13:00 PM)

    Oh C.P. I trully enjoyed this.. How innocent can this be? I enjoyed the line about the mom's lemonade, it took me back to the days of my youth in the hot summer, and such a treat to have mom's lemonade... This was trully good....

    Bonnie (Report) Reply

  • Maia Padua (11/7/2008 6:09:00 AM)

    'childhood' makes my mind re connect to the childhood days.....though i havent really experienced those things children loves playing..but i love your helped me find out that there's no more heartaches of being born as an Only child..having a very protective parents....thanks for your piece...sir...
    my 10+++for this.... (Report) Reply

  • Ashley Ormon (10/6/2008 3:36:00 PM)

    Amazing diction. I love the way you structured this poem, and how you depicted the ways of childhood.10+ (Report) Reply

  • Linda Weischedel (10/5/2008 11:04:00 PM)

    I like the last part of your poem.
    Great job, I enjoyed it.
    If only we could go back for a little bit.
    Re-living our childhoods (Report) Reply

  • Sandra Fowler (6/10/2008 4:46:00 PM)

    Thank you for sharing your warm memories with your readers.
    The last stanza is especially appealing.

    Warm regards,

    Sandra (Report) Reply

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