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Childhood Fights

Poetry By: Vikas Sharma
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A fond remembrance of how simple were fights in childhood days....


Submitted:Jan 3, 2013    Reads: 681    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Oh, how I miss my childhood fights

No ill-will and free of all spites

No malice or predetermined notions

Just a few simple basic emotions

If I dislike something, I will not play along

If I like it I must have it regardless of who it belong

I'll cry my heart out if I cannot have my ways

But nothing for long in my heart stays

Every time I am beaten and am down on the ground

Will get up, dust my clothes and like a ball rebound

Everything will be forgotten there and then

We'll have a hearty laugh and be friends again

Oh, how I miss my childhood fights

No ill-will and free of all spites





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