On those days
Broke but toys
But now if there is a sound of crack
That is straight and from the heart
On those days
Used to enjoy but sadness
So short-lived and sweet
But nowadays if we fall
So much is blamed
Over a tear drop
On those days
What did we want?
At the sight of a butterfly
We used to jump in joy
the days of childhood are sweet and so innocent the sight of a butterfly we used to jump in joy. a good write
simple and lucid poem showing another D (dimension) of your poetic style! Yes childhood is remembered forever....Great message wahabji! 10/10 outright!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great thoughts, though life is not always a bed of roses we must make the most of it!