In my childhood, my mind was clear,
All of my relations called me dear.
I played on lane with my friends group,
My mother ran my back for feeding me soup.
I held my father's neck & hanged his back,
Sometimes I quarreled with my brother for cake.
I ran to my grandmother if anybody annoy,
She told me Angels story I listened those with joy.
When the pedlar came to sell the berry,
I insisted my mother, catching the skirt of her saree.
Time is changed & I have grown,
I remind my childhood when I sit alone.
Now the lane is unclean with dust,
The wick of my life-lamp has been short.
Now time is ongoing with revenge & clamour,
My image says me, ''I am a cheater.''
'The Cheat Age' is not suitable me nor good,
I want to return to joyfull moment of my childhood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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to return to joyfull moment of my childhood. - is a common wish of all humans who fall down in cheating. why we turn bad instead of better and better? ...