When I look at those kids coming to school,
Trembling and reluctant to leave mom's hand,
I get very emotional,
Because I remember my own days.

How wonderful those days were,
When we loved everyone
And everyone loves us.

How happy we were at that time,
When we played all day and night.
Really those days were awesome,
When meaning of stress was unknown.

Now when i look on my broken toys ,
I really cry hard,
Because those days won't be back.

I wish we would never grow old,
Because in this world people are full of stress and worries,
There are very less reasons of being happy,
Now more than enjoying present,
We ponder over mistakes of past,
And what will happen in future.

I just wish we could go back to past,
A big dream it has become,
Those memorable days of childhood.