Peeping through the window of life
I figured how happy we use to be
As children playing naked in the rain
The pebbles of raindrop does magic to our psychic
Who dares to hold grudge
Childhood is full of innocence and profound memories
The good hearted friends we had
Times we shared which will never return
The Little troubles we stirred,
Empty errands we run for ourselves with childish glee
And of course, bedtime stories and poems
As the years go by,
Childhood remains the one moment that stands out
With time, men will always make reference to their childhood
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
THAT IS THE FACT GOD BLESS YOU SIR