Return My Days Of Innocence
Return My Days Of Innocence
Can you return my days of innocence?
The old tree of blue mangoes on my parish’s turn
You and I played hide and seek around its broad trunk
The innocent days of our camaraderie and recreation
Devoid of gains and returns
Return my days of innocence
The ancient citadel in the far-flung region of my town
We narrated tall tales to steal moments for carnivals of twilights
The broad patio testimony of our innocent crimes
The robust structure embraced the memories of our childhood delights
Return my days of innocence
The coverlet of endless cobalt in radiant nights
Laid under the swathe of infinite luminaries shining bright
Charismatic tales of magic and fairies in the serene ambience
Tales of wisdom lessons of hidden secrets vital for survival in life
Return my days of innocence
The luring green pastures spread as playground
The early morning chases and jovial evening races
Castle of dreams weaved at the bank of serene stream
When we prayed together for fast rise and heights
Return my days of innocence
When relations were void of reasons and bias
And nurtured with hearts full of love and delight
When embraces were gestures of purity and affection
When love and care was the elite reason of eternal union
Can you return my days of innocence?