Childhood

I wish I could go back again,

To the days when I was young;

Where we played in the lonely streets,

And often one got hurt.

I wish I could go back again,

To the days of those common attire;

Where going school means meeting friends,

And coming home means home-works.

I wish I could go back again,

To the days when weekends were so special;

Where Sundays meant morning - plays,

And mid-day cartoon fare.

I wish I could go back again,

To the days when I was young;

Where life was so simple, 

And tensions were far apart.

Now that I am grown up,

Heaps of worries pile up;

Life got complex with passing time,

And often difficult to admire.

I wish I could go back again,

To the days when I was young;

Where life was full of fun and joyous

And friends - honest & fair.