Those Days

Those days ,

Don't you remember ?

You were a kid !

The composer of laughter.

You can make them chuckle,

With those little smile .

Where suddenly they masters ,

To burst a jokers nile .

Living with you ;

They can feel the state of euphoria ,

As you are like a clear crystal ;

With whom they no longer need to follow criteria .

Your innocent talks

Are like flower in the garden ,

While sometime it can teach elders

A lesson on pardon .

All day long I used to think ,

That the humans have lost the blissful sing .

But in depth I understand now ,

That we have concealed the Innocence bow .

The bow has brought together ;

A bouquet of flowers

Where there is tender side ,

Like love of a mother .

Having this gift ,

Is like a treasure in the jungle wood ;

You mustn't lose it !

That is taught by your childhood .

Take a few minutes ,

To remember those beautiful days.  

Where your smiles have made them remember themselves ,

Present in those days .