A mother's kiss and a father's care,
Is everything for a child to cheer.
A time of enjoying games and fares,
A time of hustling and bustling, so rare.
Though everyone said it was a time of cherishing happiness,
But not everyone could find it as a time of memorizing gladness.
For some it had been a time of pamper,
For some it had been a time of bad temper.
Everyone had a different story of childhood,
As everyone hadn't so good brotherhood.
Even though for some it was an oyster to be a child,
But for me childhood was never so mild, never so mild.
The rush of storms and waves of gloom,
Was the time of my childhood bloom.
I tried to push them back by my words of cries,
When they tend to deprive me off, I rise I rise.
My voice was not so loud for the world to hear,
My childhood was not a festive season of fair.
My parents would have loved and enriched me with care,
But the people around me haunted me and I could fear.
I tried to build castles of sand and clay,
Though my dream was a kingdom that was far away.
I hold the crayons and colours to lit the light,
Of my childhood with a colourful delight.
A childhood dream which I believe,
I would receive, I would receive.
With curious eyes, I owed no cries,
I had a dream of skies, a dream of skies.
Imagination was my loyal friend,
With whom I shared everything without any end.
I tried to follow my brains and veins,
So that everything tied in true chains and not in vain.
Once I had a heart of child that remained,
I wished to hold that heart but couldn't sustained.
I wanted to have the joy, the fun, the dreams which are untold,
Though I owe the bestowed chest of treasures, of gold, of gold. 

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