Dedicated to a special stage of life called 'Childhood'
'A recurrent dream broken,
I got awake,
felt disquiet,
figuring difference amid real and fake.
that dream was nothing
but the reflectance of those days,
when worries hold no meaning,
where happiness always embrace.
when thoughts were unbiased,
imaginations were real,
even those ideas were pure
and the virtues ideal.
when winning and losing are
synonymous of smile and tear,
when life carries everything,
except hatred and fear.
neither religion was important
nor thy caste or creed,
when notions blew from heart
as liberated minds remain freed.
where competing with friends
was just a part of game,
even on being seriously hurt while playing,
nobody ought to blame.
where winning even peanuts
equals conquering the earth,
where neither 'me' nor 'you'
but the word 'we' holds the worth.
where innocence and stubbornness
both plays within a common veil,
no matter whatever the condition is,
where truth always prevail.
when smiles were chased
as the flower by the bugs,
when life of the sorrow persist
until the mother hugs.
now how much I miss them
remain amid unmeasured,
all I've left with is
some bunch of moments, treasured.
still wondering how, when
and what to pay...?
in order to relive back and grow up,
with those true Golden Days...'
-unboundmohit ©
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