Our Treasured Childhood

Our Treasured Childhood We care not about what is tomorrow All we wanted is to play without one’s shadow A hide and seek to unfamiliar trees we barrow The shouting bliss of captured sneaking fellow A bike with a basket of flowers crafted Landing butterfly on braided hair ascended Innocence riding with laughter’s resounded Running freely on wide open ground -astounded The kite that dances with the free wild wind Tied with a wooden brick locked by our hand Comfortably lying by the garden’s fine grass land Watching the sky playing pictures of clouds in our mind To the rain that freely fall for our wishes We dances with shimmer of the drops we misses Blowing bubble that burst with finger’s catches Our eyes full of soul from childhood’s embraces Will the sunrise ever makes us old? To the weary tomorrow and unloving odd We care not now, for they say time is gold All we wanted is this freedom from the untold. --km