Childhood---Childhood.......

Wao!!! What were those days and time?

Most beautiful and precious of mine,

Remembered in school while making and breaking the line,

Preesing each other's shoulder some time,

And some pinches of friends from back making me break the line,

The teacher's shout and holding ears of mine,

And some of us were laughing andsome were silent with smile,

Feeling ashamed I used to be again in the line,

That was before class starts for prayer time,

Then the prayer used to start with our chant together line by line,

Was that for our togetherness?

Was it for our betterness?

Was it for teaching discipline?

Was it for getting mental peace?

Still thinking and not understood,

Amazing old time,

and "Childhood... Childhood"...........

Having class in morning time,

It was always a pleasure reading ryme,

Sometimes together we are and sometimes alone line by line,

Some used to do in half sleep and some slipiing lines,

Teacher getting angry andthrowing chalks of lime,

Some look here and there to have play time,

Some stood still and with fear crying,

Then the bell used to rang for the break time,

Wao... That was the best moment at that time,

To have free time,

To play game no ryme,

To move here and there, no line,

To shout, ran and have fun time,

Smiling now thinking of those still not understood,

Oh!! Inocent lively 

funny "Childhood... Childhood"............

While after the end of class on return,

We used to have some more fun,

Some of us used to play in ground andsome ran,

Some used to climb the tree in that noon,

Some used to sit with pain didn't enjoy fun,

Some were tired and gave stupid look and kept mum,

Like this time used to pass away and wait for none,

Still in memory makes me laugh though nothing is understood,

Woo! Stupid, mischiefious, active "Childhood... Childhood".......