Childhood Poem by C. P. Sharma
Childhood
Memories of childhood prattle sweet,
Strange, funny utterances incomplete;
Toddling walk on the faltering feet,
Falling down, the same to repeat.
The fondly fight among the siblings,
Pulling one another's strings,
Shielding us to mom we cling,
Affectionately she sweet kisses flings.
Later through sweet sour we wade,
Asking mom for sweet lemonade;
Never bothered about sun and shade,
All the day with friends we played.
When came back in game hurt,
With all sort of soil on shirt;
Silently and stealthily came in home
Dad's scolding on us large loom.
Passing away of grandpas
Of great grief it was a cause,
Of saving grace they were straws,
That day our grief we couldn't gauze.
The memories of childhood sweet or sour,
Make a person bloom as crimson flower;
When I think of the affectionate bower,
I feel as fresh as if I just had a shower.
'childhood' makes my mind re connect to the past...my childhood days.....though i havent really experienced those things children loves playing..but i love your poem...it helped me find out that there's no more heartaches of being born as an Only child..having a very protective parents....thanks for your piece...sir... my 10+++for this....
Oh C.P. I trully enjoyed this.. How innocent can this be? I enjoyed the line about the mom's lemonade, it took me back to the days of my youth in the hot summer, and such a treat to have mom's lemonade... This was trully good.... Bonnie
the cycle of childhood rolls over all universal landslides... everyone everywhere more or less same...your sweet memoir brings good attention to persuade me to look into mine for a moment........thanks for sharing/salu
A delightful piece! I enjoyed the easy read, and found it invoked my own childhood memories! Very well written! 10/10
The memories of childhood sweet or sour, Make a person bloom as crimson flower; Lovely poem, lovely lines..and true! ! Wish I could give a hundred of 10's..you have to deal with only one, sorry..
When I think of the affectionate bower, I feel as fresh as if I just had a shower. Rachel Ann Butler
What beautiful sentiment C.P. I especially the last line in the last verse, very descriptive. A smashing poem this. Ruthy: -D
memoirs of life always rejunevate us.........and childhood rememberances a great tonic to live............in what ever form the rememberance is always like green leaf.... a beautiful piece of memory.......
wow sir.......such a delightful piece......those childhood days will remain engraved in our hearts forever......thanks for writing this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Amazing diction. I love the way you structured this poem, and how you depicted the ways of childhood.10+