I hurriedly
left your threshold,
To embrace
the adulthood mould,
Dolls and
pristine innocence left behind a mile,
Did not glance
back for a while.
Sleeping to
the lullaby tune
Sailing paper
boats in rainy June
Of
sleep-overs and pillow-fights
The
chocolates cakes and glittering lights
Imprisoned in frozen moments.
Can anyone
bring back even for a moment?
In awe of the
grass greener
Remained an
eternal dreamer.
When the
glass of fantasy shattered,
Awoke, I
battered.
Filled with
mirth to say a final good-bye.
Now repent
with a deep sigh.
The grains of
sand slid away
Leaving only
memories my way.
Wish I had
not hurried
But relished
the golden era and tarried.
R.I.P. (Rest
in peace) my childhood.
R.I.P (Return
if possible) my childhood.
Note : The weight of the school books keeps the back
hunched. The do’s and do not’s by the parents irritate the children. They are
in a hurry to leave behind the childhood to chase the mirage of adulthood.
Taking one’s own decision of life fascinates them only to realize late that the
golden days were those of childhood. Every generation repeats this mistake and
I implore my child not to commit this mistake.
Your poems are so amazing Kalpana! What you said in these lines is so true, when we are chidren we want to be adults and once we are adults, we miss our childhood, we revist every possible memory!!!
ReplyDeleteYes Gayatri, re-visiting our lost childhood is the only way to keep in touch with the golden era.
ReplyDeletethis is soooo touching Kalpana... and I can relate to this one the most.
ReplyDeleteI also wasted my childhood trying to be something what others wanted me to be :(
Thanx Privy.
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