To The Little Me....

Those were the days

When I played all day

In the mud sportively

Stiffless mind and body

Getting dirty

But heart remained pure

I want to play like that again...

I want to be a child again...

Those were the days

Filled with mom' scolding

Papa' pampering

Grand pa' toffees

Grand maa's stories

Figuring the story in my fantasy world

I want to lose myself in those stories again...

I want to be a child again...

Those were the days

When I fought with my bro

Either for a chocolate

Or for a colour box

And then painting together.

Playing various dramas

Dancing together madly

Quarreling and then the drama

Of fake crying

I want to fight with him again...

I want to be a child again...

Those were the days

When Mom used to feed me

But my countless tantrums

Inspite of all those

She fed me with all love and care.

Sleeping my granny's lullaby

Waking up with her morning prayer

I want to listen all those again...

I want to be a child again...

Those were the days

When the enthusiastic me getting ready for school

Morning assembly, daily thoughts and talks

Game period being the most favourite one

And the terror of getting punished

May it be getting out of class

Or a knee down in the field

Breaking a roti into many parts

Sharing lunch and fun

I want to go to school again...

I want to be a child again...

Those were the days

When I was enjoying life

Unknown to what life is

The innocent heart craved for growing older

To leave school

And dreaming to join a college

And now being at college

I want to go to school again...

I want to be a child again...