The Joy of Childhood
Small, innocent cutie pies,
wandering around like birds to fly,
playing different roles,
this magical world of several goals.
Enacting career is the game,
sometimes teacher,doctor or Bollywood fame,
Riding bicycle like a Honda Bike,
Hide and Seek with a cheerful smile.
No matter what's the time,
no matter who calls for dine,
It's a play,
enjoying it's every ray.
"Mamma! he threw a stone",
"No, he crushed my sand home",
A big fight,
but at last, don't know which fight ?
Watching through my window,
their happy faces make me laugh and glow,
I enjoy,
and think of my childhood's joy.
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