Childhood Return Poem by Ramakrushna Sahu

Its unexpected return
Saved me from my immature death
It is as usual always on the run
Frequently taking up to sky
To pickup some stars
And to paint it's face blue

Sleep can't touch it's thirsty eyes
Flying over the paddy fields
Changing it's colour
from time to time
Where all meanings lost
Only beauty of mystery displayed

The shadows of flying birds
On the mirror of still water
The occasional jumping
Of tiny fishes and frogs
The silent laughter of lotus
We're the subjects taught
In the school of nature

Its return commands time
To take about turn
Once again the nature descends
On the pages of my picture book
With all its living faces
Painted in thousand colours

Thanks God
For being blessed with a childhood
Once again at the verge of my old age.