Tip-toeing to those castles which her dad made with clay,
Oh those Childhood days which always made her gay,
Not only then but also now she feels like a lil baby,
Not physically, not mentally but by heart she'll be the same cuddly.
Haha look at her fountain pony and people laughed that way,
She always thought it's a coconut tree and thus made the pony sway.
One day that pony caught fire while studying in candle light,
Oh that mishap n to her parents upstairs she made a flight.
Oh Maa see what happened while i was busy in my book,
My pony caught fire oh maa have a look have a look.
N all such incidences she keeps mesmerizing over,
When she feels her days of joy r getting fewer,
For those days of childhood cant come back,
But the memories she has of them r tied tight in a love sack.
She is the same girl who used to dance her heart out on BEBBO mein bebbo dil mera lelo
N now does the rap on that beat of JOJO.
Yes she is the same girl who loved those indian outfits,
Where lehenga made by mom was never a misfit.
Look at her now with those sneakers and jeans,
Cmon man its the life of us teens.
But guys dont forget ur teens aren't the sphere where r u the most happy n free,
For gone r those days of childhood
And now joy n freedom is measured in degree.
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childhood-teenager
Poetrythis is no fiction. no imaginary writing n thoughts so the poem contains few of my real childhood incidences and the feeling which i get when i revive them in my mind....moving ahead it gives a beautiful message to us teenagers. happy reading reader...
