Childhood Days

My childhood days Are my golden rays When I'm now whining I feel my childhood smiling No beating , No pain No knowledge about cheating , always our reign We spent our days crying And whatever we asked our parents kept buying We played and played - for day and night And our eyes were always bright Our eyes spoke of mischief Our hands held a kerchief No books , No burdens Talkative as the youth brooks , as we had pardons No one ever thought of scolding us Even though we made a big a fuss Our innocent faces saved us But not today , which shows us Born in a cradle Fed with a ladle I wore mittens Similar to those worn by the 3 little kittens I knew no one Except my pa and mum I was shy As I did not know with colors I could fly I loved those times I grew with rhymes I was free like a bird Even in the family herd But schools spoiled my joy for ever In the first two stages of kindergarten I enjoyed very clever The third stage showed me what hell was And grew as a greater hell in every class Bags and bags All those nasty rags I wish I could go back to my childhood I can't , but in my school I can enjoy Brotherhood It would be wonderful to be in our own world And its possible only in our childhood days Always cherish your childhood memories..... which are golden ......