Childhood is something that isn't much that any individual lived as in the moment. Anticipations overwhelm the child to be an adult and an adult falls a prey to relook to his childhood and miss it bad.
The good old days
The hours when time was sufficient
Moments spent in tiny activities
The pleasure of sharpening pencils endlessly
Carving out the lead as sharp shears with blades
The endless scrutiny of getting our pens refilled
shades of blue on hands, hair and clothes
The daily routine checks at school
Shining of shoes with the socks
whiting the stains with chalks
oiled up hair with ribbons in contrast
heavy laden bags on the bags
with Chavanni far worth a treat than now
Adeline Barbara Dvaz
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