The days of childhood bring fond memories
Nothing to care all through.
Something to work mostly through,
All things to stare and devour through and through
With the hop and a pop finally a drop
the days went ahead in speed top
Bubbling with enthusiasm the years rolled by.
Eating every other thing hard or soft that came in the way.
Playing a lot outdoors inhaling plenty of fresh air.
Falling down and breaking the leg not once but many a time
Crying and weeping over the fall creating a scene
Fighting with siblings and friends for no reason
Keeping away from them for hours few.
Making peace with them by extending a chocolate
All these small incidents treasured in memory till date
added to the mirth and happiness of those days
which would never come however much we crave.
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