Treasure Island

Rishabh Bidya


Life seemed to be so good...


Life seemed to be so good
when we were small,
when someone was always there
every time we would fall.

When everyone would bear
our tantrums and fears
and everyone tried his best
to wipe our drops of tears.

When the books, pencils and crayons
to us used to be sacred
and we had no enemies
as we didn't knew of hatred.

When no one used to be hurt
by anything we used to say
and we would patch up every fight
at the most within a day.

When every single person
with us had wanted to play
and to convince someone
we had nothing to say.

When we didn't care to complete
assignments pages after page
and we could kiss with much ease
a beautiful girl of our age.

When all we cared was for
our things and our friends
and we knew nothing of fashion
or following the latest trends.

When for reaching a place
we never had to hurry,
When for our coming future
we never had to worry.

I know these thoughts of mine
may just be called a bit insane,
but Oh God! ! ! How I wish -
Can't those days may come again?

Submitted: Sunday, December 22, 2013

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My thoughts about childhood.

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  • Rishabh Bidya (12/23/2013 10:02:00 AM)

    @Sunprincess - Thank you! ! I've always wanted to be a kid forever. Time had other plans! ! : D

    @Mark Dillon - Welcome Sir! ! Childhood - Yup, perhaps the best gift by god! ! : D (Report) Reply

  • Mark Dillon (12/23/2013 5:33:00 AM)

    Great poem, brought back memories of a great childhood, which in retrospect is a great blessing as so many children in this world don't. Enjoyed reading this, thank you, (Report) Reply

  • * Sunprincess * (12/23/2013 5:28:00 AM)

    this is really touching...sure most of us wish the same thing...this poem
    makes me think of the children who will always be eternally in their childhood... (Report) Reply

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