My Early Days

My early days ..

Those days are so happiest to feel

Only memories are enough still.

Long long days can past easily

Without any action to face difficultly.

Mama's call and papa's warning

Are rare to hear now a days.

Still life is now so daring

Passing these days are so boring.

Life was so placid then

Life is complicated at present.

Smile was natural and can't stopped then

With feelings in full and joy has no end.

Long night but less sleep more angling

Thousand of joys around but no curiosity.

Dream is far away as the step are hard to lay

No one seen but silent make me ailing.

My heart cries for the days I past

If only I could once turn to that for last.

Counting of joys are no longer found

Sorrows have unending wounds.