I long to be a child once more,
rejoicing droplets of rain,
cooling the innocent brain,
being awed by the passing of the train,
running barefoot in thorny lane,
climbing out from window pane,
energy never run out for games.
I long to be child once more,
cuddling in my mother's lap,
waiting for her to bring me at the top,
her caress with a filled cup,
filled my heart with a happy tap,
no worries of the world to think,
just hear the lullabies at the last blink,
and feel protected of my parents link,
being alone is not a clink,
that's why I long to be a child once more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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This poem made a flashback on my mind all the things that i didn't try in my childhood days, it made me realize that all those simple things could have been a good experience, but because of being scared i was afraid of trying all those things because of my size and age.