Childhood

That must have been another realm of time

In a land far away , there was a faint musical rhyme

It appeared to me a magic spell , story and possibility

Through the wildwoods I chased it along because freedom tasted like reality.

There was spring all around and toys really talked

Leafs with colours that I wished to find inside my crayon box

Tender twigs when bent down and folded to hide its face

I spent hours to see how they bloom! To find a trace !

There was so much time to play , to meet many others like me

To explore the forgotten roads and unravel mysteries.

And I could really believe in magic wands and wizards

By the way a new tale used to grow out of a lizard .

The fish inside the pond disappeared like rocket

Before I could catch them and put them inside my pocket.

That must have been another realm of time In a land far away

There was something to learn from the sound of rain

And nothing happened to us except what happens to creatures

There was an ecstasy in exploring the town without slippers .

So I try to find this inside the small metal piece I hold

Technology has given the greatest gadgets, another world to explore

Galaxies and stars are not far away !

It has every means of amusement , every kind of games.

And I claim to know the faces I have never met

Talk about the texture of flowers and feathers I have never felt.

So do I live in a better world now? Or a better world lives inside me?

My childhood is a story of ambitions, winning, information, technology

everything but not fantasies, dreams.