Times revisited again, The Childhood ,Teenage and Youth in my vein...
The Paper boats and The Paper planes, The sky and the monsoon rain...
The Books, colors and my pencil, Is bonded with me still..
The little me and my innocence, With always an incomplete sentence..
The shyness and grown up me, The childhood then went flee..
Now my average studies and no friends list, i hold it tight in my fist..
The days past and came The Youth, I was ready to go out in my boots..
Ignorant of world and people around, how they suck you from the ground..
The Beauty, Desires and dreams everywhere, but this childhood follows everywhere..
Oh god i wish i was always a child, And this sorrows of youth may come mild..
This Times revisited again, Will always be in my vein..
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