Sunday, 3 July 2011
I look back on my childhood days
Everything around was beautiful
Hearts filled with innocence
Life was just wonderful.
I remember the silly games
And the naïve ways to enjoy
No sense no meaning to life
But still life was filled with joy.
My dictionary had no words
Like injustice, hatred, and war
There was no distinction
And never a feeling of abhor.
With sincerer honesty deep within
And the purest of heart
Filled with virtuous emotions
The childhood has gone past.
A painful contrast is now discovered
Between childhood and adolescence
The undulating moments of youth today
Echoes the reflection of lost innocence.