Memories And Childhood Poem by welkin siskin

In my childhood, I would behold up

In the sky,

Chase the twilight Sun

Stumbling,

rushing in a headlong speed

At times, trying to catch the Sun,

One of those very many stars

Brilliantly shining in the summers.

Many a time, winters wood-shrikes

and wood-swallows,

brown and gray plumage finch-like

bird would hum

My own voice into tune.

Rubbing the sleep from

my eyes,

still of a monotonous day,

tossing and turning my psyche,

I would imagine things of varied dimensions: fathom

into imaginative thrillers,

Would be daydreaming,

View objects soaring

into the sky,

Showering in the rain,

painting and drawing unknown mystery.

What a childhood it was

A thrillers in motion

An imagination fully spread,

The calmest of ages,

The stars themselves,

a Silence.

Not a full- grown life

Yet it itself was a reflector of a full age.