I miss my childhood days.
Playing cricket on the roads,
and football in the rain.
Reading comics hiding in school books.
Walking my dog seemed so cool.
I miss my childhood days.
No measure of day and night;
Only play was motto of life.
On phone with never ending calls.
Fighting with siblings,
for things that were not even ours.
I miss my childhood days.
Television was our whole world.
Spider-man and He-man;
the super hero's who would save us
if we forgot to do our homework.
Tom n Jerry would make us laugh.
Tears in our buddies eyes
would make us cry.
I miss my childhood days.
Exams was the biggest worry.
Forgetting our lessons,
the greatest sorrow.
How times have changed!
Gadgets have taken over outdoor games.
Children mature before age.
Innocence is lost with decades.
Nothing seems to impress brain'o'brains.
Science has taken over fun games.
I wonder what the future is?
We are raising no humans with feelings.
But robots
with technical glitches.
If only the saying
'Old is Gold' was true.
Our children would know:
what it meant to be
surrounded with friends.
what it meant to
cry and laugh with them.
what it meant to share
a single toffee.
what it meant to fall in love
without despair.
If only history could be traced;
with my children,
I would live 'my' childhood days.
Playing cricket on the roads,
and football in the rain.
Reading comics hiding in school books.
Walking my dog seemed so cool.
I miss my childhood days.
No measure of day and night;
Only play was motto of life.
On phone with never ending calls.
Fighting with siblings,
for things that were not even ours.
I miss my childhood days.
Television was our whole world.
Spider-man and He-man;
the super hero's who would save us
if we forgot to do our homework.
Tom n Jerry would make us laugh.
Tears in our buddies eyes
would make us cry.
I miss my childhood days.
Exams was the biggest worry.
Forgetting our lessons,
the greatest sorrow.
How times have changed!
Gadgets have taken over outdoor games.
Children mature before age.
Innocence is lost with decades.
Nothing seems to impress brain'o'brains.
Science has taken over fun games.
I wonder what the future is?
We are raising no humans with feelings.
But robots
with technical glitches.
If only the saying
'Old is Gold' was true.
Our children would know:
what it meant to be
surrounded with friends.
what it meant to
cry and laugh with them.
what it meant to share
a single toffee.
what it meant to fall in love
without despair.
If only history could be traced;
with my children,
I would live 'my' childhood days.
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