Childhood!

This side that side
up and down
every side is pain
i just wanna live
live once again!
That phase of life when happiness was untrained
and no smile was so fake
i wanna be a kid
a kid once again!
That star on palm by teacher
that pencil fight in breaks
that love for water bottle
that hung in neck whole day
those innocent stupid fights
that today we think were so insane
but i miss them more and more
again and again!
i want my childhood
back once again!
i used to be so free
no homework no worries
like a sapling
i was nurtured by my dad and mom
now i am grown
so have to fight alone
but no
no i will not moan
with good memories in mind
i will grow more and more
dancing in the rain
not by my age
but by heart once again
i will be a kid
yes once again!

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