That Magical Phase
The sound sleep , the carefree play
The buzz of energy all the day...
The pearly smile , The gleaming eyes
The notorious and imploring cries
The glass skin, the little palm
The euphonious voice with the epitome of calm..
The pious heart pounding fast
Their bubble of joy they choose to enjoy
Carrying the school bag, eager to learn
Meeting the friends , what more to yearn..
The bright toys with funniest sounds
the joyous glee that it surrounds
The bouncing ball like the excited soul
The innocence like God, with happiness as the ultimate Goal..
Curiousity filled with how and why..
With the spirits always appreciably high
The tender age with pink cheeks
The nostalgia that this time leaves
Childhood years are the magical phase
Thankyou Lord for those most remembered days...
Copyright © Eshita Jain | Year Posted 2021
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