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Jun 2016
I really don't know why
But I just want to cry
Let sadness flow through tears,
And with grief remember something very dear

Looking at myself
I realised that I have changed in so many ways.
Sat down cross- legged
And remembered my childhood days

I know this's all part of growing up
But I think thats beyond it.
Looking at the world today,
I decided that today's generation answered this

Well, this is my cure -
You all telling your childhood days
Living in the 80's style
Which remains a dream forever
And the reason of my cry

Todays generation is nothing
Compared to the 80-90's kids in any ways
Growing faster will never help them
But just think of your childhood days




                     (P.S.- And tell them to me too)
Written by
Sharvari Burde  New Delhi
(New Delhi)   
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