All the colors of rainbow can not
fill the arch of my deep sorrow.
Childhood, a lost dream which only
could have brought my good morrow.
Childhood is a picture of birds,
plants, sunlight, hills, rivers, trees
a stretch of boundless horizon,
the canopy of the sky and breeze.
Childhood is a drawing in which
all your kins, neighbors are alive.
Childhood reminds now me in leisure,
This is the garden where memory survive.
But he child is still within you Neela.. that's y u could write these beautiful lines
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Beautiful poem Neela on childhood with interesting lines..... Childhood reminds now me in leisure, This is the garden where memory survive. Beautiful picture of colourful childhood in memories of garden.