remembering childhood
Childhood is great
happy naughty & frat
plyaing in street
running with restless feet
no tension in brain
playing nude in rain
time goes on
we go school with mom
first we cry then play
dress with spot of clay
getting elder
heavy bag on sholder
sudden we get push
we have first crush
fallen in love
now we are grown up
childhood is left behind
Its missing in what I find
still remembring golden days
open eyed dreams are still corner of eyes
childhood is great
happy naughty & frat
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