Can I Get Back

Jumping from one tree to another with thrill With variety of village games filled with a fire of fun Roaming over lush green fields, slopes of foothill No barriers as we loved and lived as one Joyful dive in a variety of wells Not once in a day but again and again From morning to evening until mother tells Faced neither energy drain nor body pain Sky was the roof whether it rains or shines Playing hide and seek in light as well dark On picking up intricacies of life, mind refines Fighting follows befriending as the taintless trademark Drowning deep into fairy tales, repeatedly Obeying to the threats of cooked up monster Looking at the fake grandma in full moon mutedly Hopping with the urge to hold a new thing faster Crazy for the joy of playing day and night Slipping into sleep while enjoying lovely lullaby Enchanted while eating in the moonlight What a joy when I was a baby! Each act was playful but mind was innocent Wants were limited but I was fully contented I never bothered, an act was decent or indecent With many fancy things I got easily excited Almost I was like a free bird Thus I cherish my childhood track Life lived was neither heroic nor hard Such a lovely childhood, can I get back? Copyrights reserved