Back when tigers used to smoke
When turtles used to run,
Life wasn't dread like this
It used to be much fun!
One night i had a dream
I was living in a fairy land,
Playing hide n seek all day
And making castles of sand.
As i recall the dream, i realise
It was childhood that i had
Each moment living life to the fullest
Not knowing what means Sad?
That attempt to find happiness
In the smallest of things ,
Willing to fly high in the sky
As dreams had the wings!
In the rainy monsoon noons
Having waters on roadside,
Used to make paper boats
And see them float with pride.
Recess bell when rang in school
We all rushed out with joy,
Laughed while watching cartoons
Cried when broke a toy.
This ocean of memories
It surely has no shore,
One thing always makes me cry
“if I had lived it a bit more!”
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 4:57 PM UTC
Back when tigers used to smoke
When turtles used to run,
Life wasn't dread like this
It used to be much fun!
One night i had a dream
I was living in a fairy land,
Playing hide n seek all day
And making castles of sand.
As i recall the dream, i realise
It was childhood that i had
Each moment living life to the fullest
Not knowing what means Sad?
That attempt to find happiness
In the smallest of things ,
Willing to fly high in the sky
As dreams had the wings!
In the rainy monsoon noons
Having waters on roadside,
Used to make paper boats
And see them float with pride.
Recess bell when rang in school
We all rushed out with joy,
Laughed while watching cartoons
Cried when broke a toy.
This ocean of memories
It surely has no shore,
One thing always makes me cry
“if I had lived it a bit more!”
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