My Precious Days Poem by sangeetha gopalakrishnan
My Precious Days
My Precious days are my birthdays... I can never forget them... Not just me can you? ? ? I will be so so happy when i get my new dress...The most unforgetfull moment is when i cut the cake and my parents giving me the first piece of it and clicking photos my mind will be as cool as ice... After that i will be waiting for new gifts from my friends and relatives and taking pictures.... While playing various games with my friends in my mind it is like i should be the winner atleast in one game.... later on while giving gifts to my friends i will be so happy that i am able to give some gifts to my friends... But i will be only unhappy for one think that after each birthday i will be missing my childhood......Its not my fault everyone will be thinking like that.......don't we? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Nice begining and Look surroundings, the nature, the birds, the animals, the people, and write more, thanks,10.
Yeah.......its not our fault that we miss our childhood. Noone can give back childhood. So, make much of our precious time of childhood, because once they are gone they do not come back, they only leave their shadows- sweet memories. Good write.......I love my birthdays too....because I've been blessed to live in this beautiful world.10
after each birthday i will be missing my childhood quite passionate as we trudge ahead by our age, eloquent write too, yet introspective,10+, thanks for sharing
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5/8/2024 10:24:32 AM # 1.0.0.1119
abeautiful ending...like the conclusion of your beautiful day.. like that the wise people think, , well done