Dear Childhood,  

             I know that it seems you are far away from me,now. But I believe that you always remain in the deep down of our core. But we are so trapped within the chaos and dilemmas of our adulthood that we often forget to search for that innocent “us" we once were. You always make us learn the virtue of transparency and honesty. Though, I know that you never mind our white lies because sometimes we got too bored doing that horrible math tasks. That's why we often caught fever and headache! But we learnt from you how to love life,how to colour that white canvas with our favourite pastels. We learnt to observe the minute details of nature and her beauty! The dewy leaves in the winter morning, the pink mellow rays of setting sun,the magnificence of thunderous storms..everything made us so happy and awestruck as well. Those carefree days were the emblem of our true purer core. But we often fail to sustain that core. Adulthood brings many caricatures in many aspects. This transformation, though necessary, sometimes pushes us into monotony and helplessness. We lose our that  soul who knew how to be happy at small things of life. False grandeur and the run in the rat race can never add value to life. Childhood is the episode of our life, that imparts us the learnings of living a true life in the most positive way. An unbounded nostalgia and soft fountain of feelings still used to lurk into my heart whenever I think of my childhood. So,my today's poem is dedicated to my childhood.  

Trodden along the  

Path of childhood  

When we were free

Just like the air

Those girls of white saree

And red border

Was going through the

Avenue of their tender age

Hanging through the  

Trunks of Banyan tree

Life...? It was so dear to us!

Hand in hand friendship  

With the taste of panipuri

Life...? It was so dear to us  

Sweating under the same scorching sun  

Keeping our faces under that one water pipe

Life...? It was so dear to us!

Throwing ourselves on the meadow  

Of thick green grass

Smelling the new crops of late autumn  

Life...? It was so dear to us!

School was like a temple  

Where perpetual happiness prevailed  

And we started growing under

The soft and secure shelter of our teachers  

Those togetherness of innocence and sanctity  

Those virgin days of pristine purity

Were the best gifts of God..

When I look back  

I can still hear the voice of my childhood  

“Let's play again  

Why to gloom?

Leave the dilemma of adulthood  

Be child again!”