Oh! those childhood days were so pure and innocent
closing my eyes I am lost in the memories of past those happy, innocent and carefree life that I once lived
enjoying little things in life. feeling the feminine touch of the rain covering yourself in the snug muddy water of mothers nature love
dreaming to fly with the birds. and to touch the stars believing Santa to bring you gift every Christmas and fairies to show you beautiful dreams.
not knowing what career means and from where does money comes
Are they grown on trees like juicy apple and mangoes in summers and winters
or they fall from sky like rain -drops in the monsoon
or the god send it as a gift every week while we are asleep
away from the feelings of jealousy and hatred
Oh! those childhood days was so pure and innocent.
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