The Smell Of My Childhood
The Smell Of My Childhood
The smell I carry from my childhood is that of
The mud stuck on my shoes
Prohibit me not to stand at the floor
The smell of the wet rainy clothes
Which forbade me to stand inside the abode
The smell of innocence
Which got me punished by an oldster
The smell of a child
Which makes me live the life
The smell of being loved
Which makes me feel the king of the herd
The smell of the beautiful world
Which I came to know was a mere mirage