Turn me into a child

There was an era

there was an epoch

a treasure of blossom which had

approach to the uncle moon consistently wanted.

Mistaken by mistake whole day

Bothering neither of subsistence and future

morning evening nor....

still got up too early

it is because Dad's anger....

There was an aeon

there was a span

a treasure of glimpse which had...

ran after butterfly the heart while desired...

Coming tired school from

no matter how big the thunder storm.

thrown away books and copy

which made inevitably happy.

dust and mud only through.

gave up ever playing though?

There was a stage

there was an age

a treasure of bliss which had...

hide and seek , the preferred amusement

every alternate day we played...

Naughty always, no haughty

what could Dad's scold do

thousand beaten Mom's never...

years may counted , season changed

remains memory but forever...

There was a time

there was a period

a treasure of jolly which had...

mansoon was to come, copy to be teared, paper boat to be shaped...

Exposing in drizzle ,

moving in circle sibling with

until the begining of cats and dog....

Often and frequent mother granny

loosing their temper lightening when

nevertheless found with hug....

There was a day

there was a generation

A treasure of love which had...

failure or success knew not,

yet the life delighted...

No stress, no vex ,

no evil, no sin

as different world we abide in.

friends with little quarrel, bit a fight

however the bond was very tight.

There was an era

there was a year

a treasure of fragrance which had

Lord All Mighty,

I appeal,

return to me those days.

as per your verses...

"ye shall not get into the kingdom of heaven, unless ye be converted and become like little children."