Rama Muthukrishnan


Childhood Days - Poem by Rama Muthukrishnan

Days filled with care free chatter;
Innocent laughter, harmless banter
Castles made of sand and clay,
Golden evenings of fun and play,
Countless foot prints on the river bed
Endless stories, our mother had said
Of fairies, god, kind and queen
We listened to them with ears so keen
And glow of wonder on our face
Oh' Bring me back those Childhood days

Festive days in colourful dresses,
Lovingly tended, fragrant tresses
Sweet - scented flowers and designs on floor
Of white and red, and ornamented door
Flickering lamps, aroma of food,
All things delightful to set the mood,

To meet, to greet,
To care, to share
To smile, to love

Simple pleasures of by gone days
Oh' let me have those childhood days

I want not wealth nor desire name.
Neither power nor crave for fame,
But yearn to regress back in days
And live again those wonderful days.


Comments about Childhood Days by Rama Muthukrishnan

  • Rookie - 0 Points Vikram Aarella - The Poem Shooter (12/25/2007 3:57:00 AM)

    Those were the most wonderful days Rama, this is really a beautiful poem. And the festivals were the best, deepavali, ugadi, sankranthi, dasara......... the list goes on (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 3, 2011


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