The Time was odd,
            The people were even

We were born,
            From womb to heaven,

With small fingers, cute face;
            We came in the world by god’s grace.

We learnt to walk, then to talk,
            Then to hear and later to bear,

Surrounded by toys And Hampers,
            We were loved, we were pampered.

Life was good, life was going,
                        And there were we, totally enjoying

Nice clothes, tidy hair,
               Tightened boots, roaming here and there,

We slept when we wished,
               We ate at our own risk,

No thinking of what doing next,
              No tension to make the present perfect

The time was good,
                  The mind was free.

The life was going as we destined it to be.
                              That's what meant childhood to me

                                                                                                              ---------  Aakash Joshi