Caravan Of Memories

Let me take you to a caravan of memories,

Where we skinned our hearts and skinned our knees,

The days of childhood, let us all freeze.

The tabletop game of carrom

Where the eyes never moved away from the striker,

The missed opportunity was a game decider.

The awesome board game of snakes and ladder,

Losing at number 99 simply used to make us sadder.

Yet another was the castle of sand

Made with our own little hand

Oh, Let's not forget the moving kites,

Who seem to be busy in conversation with the blue sky.

Be a moment of truth or a moment of lie,

These innocent childhood memories are treasures which money can never buy.

Having said that, the child in me will never die!