Making of An Individual

Without the Strolls and Fun could there be a walk through Sun!! Wasn't the paper boats in the Rains Stealing of fruits from the gardens Becoming a rebellion to unleash self Strolls of the kid in to the wilderness of the youth? And how can the youth be Defined Without the numbers of friends To play and part To partake and to sweat In the playgrounds of the Life Creating memories of sweet and sour Moments and stills of Time To be frozen for the life to rejoice Today of yesterday is an imprint Imbibed from the friends Alone could I Be or Not Home is a place to sanctity With friends is a place to grow Oh the Connection of Home and Friends That made me who I am!! uniting the Ends Those were the moments of Strolls Filling me with the fluid of enthusiasm And Introducing me to the Charm Reminiscing All these and more I walk and I walk And I walk.... SWANSH,, Copyright@28/2/2015.