Saffan Asif


my childhood


my childhood was the time when i was innocent
when the world seemed to be fair
when my universe was around my toys

my childhood was the time when 9i lived in dreams
when everyone was selfless
when everyone appeared to be a friend

my childhood was the time when my life was full of colours
when sorrows never knocked my door
when smile was gift presented to everyone

my childhood was the time when love was pure
when there were no obligations
when tenderness prevailed

my childhood was the time which is long gone
tears flow from my eyes when i go back in my childhood
my childhood will never come back but
the child in me will never go

Submitted: Friday, November 29, 2013

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this poem is about our childhood all people love and remember their childhood.

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  • Smarajit Sengupta (3/23/2014 7:03:00 AM)

    This poem is lifted from original poem by Jhanavi appeared in 2009 line by line. Saffan Asif must feel ashamed for his this plagiarism. (Report) Reply

  • Smarajit Sengupta (3/23/2014 7:01:00 AM)

    This poem is lifted from original poem by Jhanavi appeared in 2009 line by line. Saffan Asif must feel ashamed for his this plagiarism. (Report) Reply

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