Childhood Days Poem by BEJJALA ROHITH KUMAR

It's my childhood

Where I fell deep sleep in peace

Catching something that I like

Chuckling for nothing making joke

My mom is my first talk

My dad is my first walk

Falling on down

Rising by own

The first step I took

The first word I wrote

The butterfly I cached

The chocos I shared

The games I played

The swinging on dad's shank

The singing of Mother's swank

Many years had passed away

By slowly giving its way.