i wAnT mY cHildhoOd baCk

these seasons, Summers n Winters,

i like these Autumns n Springs....

The feel of fragrance n romance

dayz of youth that brings.

But i love to be a child...

when the feelings were at mild,

kidding with those friends...

where i lost all those trends.

with siblings, i had fightings...

and comparison, among hand writings.

playing with friends on stairs...

no one can in youth it dares.

waiting for the trips n picnics...

playing cricket, and football kicks.

winning, loosing ludo n carromboard...

i miss all those days a lot.

never been tensed about studies..

and now i am surrounded by worries.

no troubles i had about my home..

but now i stress more than my mom.

never i lifted burden or responsiblity..

but now i've been in university.

my daily routine has become tough...

wandering in sunlight, my skin n hair are rough.

innocence n cuteness were cosmetics of my beauty...

now Y dont i supposed to be pretty???

in my childhood, i wished to be in youth..

now its difficult to lead problems with truth.

laughs, leisures n happiness is lack......

N now i wAnt My chIlDhoOd bAck...