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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I greatly miss my beautiful childhood. My mind wanders to those lovely years, When life was sheltered under my parental roof, With my siblings and cousins, a gregarious gang! It was a time when no worries weighed us down. Had no responsibilities to shoulder. Like wind, we ran across plains and meadows Chasing butterflies and lured by the songs of birds. Fun it was to play ‘Hide and Seek’, With friends reversing the roles in turn, The ‘cop’ chasing the thief in hide, And the ‘thief’ evading the cop in chase. Never knew, foolish it was to bury deep Many a coin, stolen from the piggy bank With hopes to see them sprout some time, Yielding thousands for the autumn pick. On warm summer nights, we caught fireflies, Shut them in glass bottles to see them glow And kept them in dark corners with all lights off For the thrill of watching a mini firework in the night Our days were resonant with giggles and laughter. Each day awaited us with new wonders unfolding. We watched the world with undying curiosity It was a time of carefree adventures and enjoyment. As we grew old, how in vain we tried to hold back The moments of childhood joy that fleeted away, So fast like the receding tides of an ocean, And glue up the shards of shattered innocence. In the evening of life, in my twilight years In the cusp between my old age and death, I still search for those days that have slipped away Like tiny grains of sand between fingers.
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