Who will return my childhood days, as I wish
When we used to play for hours
Even without food and water for play long hours
Life was without computers and Mobiles
Even today, every day remains in my memories
When household items were toys
Used to play from house to house
Our toys were the kitchen-items
Used to make houses out of big and thick cardboard boxes
Also used to to put the curtain of old clothes
There was no burden of education and careers
No compulsion for private tuition
There were restrictions and principles
But no interference, it was just comfort thus
Nor was there a hoard of branded clothes and toys
There was no difference in colour nor any restriction of religion or caste
All the children were friends of the same age
There was no fear of storms, rain and sunshine
Friendship was the meaning of the world and life
Who will bring that childhood,
When we lived happily
Now, life in the village has changed completely
Who will bring back my childhood?
That memory will remain even on the deathbed.

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