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To Tease our own Elder Sister, On Getting more Toys or food, 
It was our Childhood.
Being Most Notorious For all others, but for our Mothers, Being always Good, 
It Was Our Childhood.
To Cry endlessly, On every Small Thing, Not Fearing Of being a Dude, 
It Was Our Childhood.
To Do Anything, Without Competing with Others, Depending on our Mood, 
It Was Our Childhood.
Not to talk to the person, Who scold us for being Stubborn And Rude, 
It Was Our Childhood.
When Mom is Searching us, For Feeding us, To hide Behind Wood, 
It Was our Childhood.
To make us do a Thing, By giving Bribe of our Favourite Food, 
It Was our Childhood.
Fearing a Barber's Scissor, or A Doctor's Injection, We always used to Hold our Father's Hand Tightly, as He, Beside you, Always Stood, 
It Was our Childhood.

Childhood is Not a Period, it is A Feeling, 
May How Old we are, but the Children in all of us, Is There only, In a Sealing, 
Let Your innocence be Come out, And Love and Forgive All, As You Should, 

Copyright © KAUSHAL SABOO | Year Posted 2016


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  1. Date: 2/21/2016 5:54:00 PM

    wow, well expressed. LINDA