I am still a child of 10 loves to see cartoons,
loves to play in the noon,
wonders to see the twinkling stars,
knows only the name of a planet 'earth' not even the 'mars',
noddy, tom & jerry are my favourite shows,
my dreams and imagination never slows,
football & basketball are all same for me,
all are round in shape which i know and see,
i like fighting with soft pillows & bouncing on bed,
as my favourite colours are white,blue,green & red,
moon is like the bigest star,
& also many small shining dots too there are,
the best stuff to eat is chocklet and toffies,
i collect my money for all types of sweets,
my collection is of toys & cartoons cards my attention is on growing
grass,
when my birthday will come,
& one more year old i will become,
loves to do sketches and also to fill colours,
have a dream when fairy will come white feathers,
i have three subjects only english maths and science,
Which i study but for a while,
that's my present childhood but all are memories,
and now are blows in form of cold breeze
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 10:16 AM UTC
I am still a child of 10 loves to see cartoons,
loves to play in the noon,
wonders to see the twinkling stars,
knows only the name of a planet 'earth' not even the 'mars',
noddy, tom & jerry are my favourite shows,
my dreams and imagination never slows,
football & basketball are all same for me,
all are round in shape which i know and see,
i like fighting with soft pillows & bouncing on bed,
as my favourite colours are white,blue,green & red,
moon is like the bigest star,
& also many small shining dots too there are,
the best stuff to eat is chocklet and toffies,
i collect my money for all types of sweets,
my collection is of toys & cartoons cards my attention is on growing
grass,
when my birthday will come,
& one more year old i will become,
loves to do sketches and also to fill colours,
have a dream when fairy will come white feathers,
i have three subjects only english maths and science,
Which i study but for a while,
that's my present childhood but all are memories,
and now are blows in form of cold breeze
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