Early Spring

I realized I was a kid, too

When saw the picture of me, 

With my two true friends

We smiled at the photo

After it became what it is now.

I recalled the lost memory 

As I glared at it

The innocent faces

Once I too had, were gone

To a place where childhood is.

We enjoyed our youth together 

With True Friends with True Smiles

Unaware of the Foreign World

The culture of wearing smiles

And playing 'I-trust-you'.

As time flew with age,

I, too, started wearing the Smile 

In my no-more-innocent face

And now lived in the distant Foreign world

Departing with the True Smiles.

But I met again, some new faces 

While I play 'I-trust-you',

I tried to recall, what got lost 

Is it the childhood

Or the child inside?