Looking out from the window thinking,
why these childrens are getting wild,
then suddenly realised,
few years ago we were also child.
Sitting on the sofa,
Thinking about that friend,
and those days,
Bellbottoms used to be the finest trend.
That was our time,
when we used to be the leader of the fleet,
and the visual of that slim girl,
was impossible to delete.
Getting beaten from mother,
for playing hours of a game,
but still there was laugh on the face,
and no sense of shame
Neither informed father,
when broke the switch socket,
Nor informed him,
when stole money from his pocket.
Just sitting for hours,
could not focus on studies,
And discussed about that girl,
with the rascal buddies.
Lied to mother everyday,
and went to play gully cricket,
and believe me those days,
in a rupee we used to get a movie ticket.
Looked at my son’s picnic album,
which are neatly filed,
then suddenly realised,
few years ago we were also child…..
Rhythm of this poem mirrors me the playful energy of childhood