I never thought of become an adult.
But the time-storm has taken me to the worst position.
I lost my old friends.
Where is my playground?
Skyscrapers swallowed the paradise
And it's almost a concrete prison now.
Adulthood is a heavy burden and this mystery play is horrible
Struggle for existence?
I want to sit on the swing again and skip to my childhood.
Who erased my chalk drawing on the blackboard?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ahhh, Nimal, we all long for our long-ago childhoods at times. We would be far better off if we didn't grow up so fast, and maybe now that we're older, we could grow down a little and enjoy some of the things we used to - run barefoot through the waves at the beach, play in a sandbox, walk into a fountain at the park clothes and all! Your poem brought back lovely memories for me. Very nice. Love, CJ