The Juvenile Days Poem by Somali Mukherjee

I truly get dumbfounded
To look back at the days I had once,
And to get them back again,
I will not be given any chance.

I do not burst into remorse,
Knowing this outrageous fact well;
If my soul tries to force,
It would simply fail.

First, to a nursery school,
Then to a kinder-garten one;
Now, I just can't mull
How they all are gone.

Whenever I take an expedition
Down my memory lane,
I do not receive anything
But lots of pain.

I become astonished to think
How great those juvenile days were;
But, all went away in a wink,
Forever, forever, forever…

Many hands in a tiffin-box,
Many children at a play,
Always ready for others to coax,
To be ever-happy, ever-gay.

Am I having a perfect time?
Does everything happen for good?
Now, I yearn to get back to
The days of my childhood.