Today, staring at the morning sun,
I wandered where life had run,
and where I left all that fun?
For just yesterday, down the memory lane,
it seemed life was like riding a plane,
no worries, no responsibilities, no pain!
The gully cricket of the yesteryears,
“Losing the match!”, my worst of fears!
and stealing from the orchards… apples, plums and pears.
Ah! Those master pieces from clay I made,
even Michelangelo had felt ashamed!
and still no prizes I had ever claimed!
A cotton candy, just made my day!
and for it sometimes I would pray!
Wish it again would be that way!
Talking back to the teacher in Ist class,
Felt as if I was the boss!
and then as the stick talked, I was at loss.
The rainy days, the paper boats
Less paper meant "less homework notes"
Aazadi from homework! Boats, boats and more boats
Now, often seeing paper boats in rain,
A part of me does feel the pain,
I want to be a child again,
I want to be a child again!