I recall back to those days
When we never had to labour before we eat
The days when our hearts are pure without dents
The days when we are pampered and treated like eggs
The days when the moon threw deep shadows and moved to one
Yet we run around chasing after one another
The days when we gather from various compound to listen to our grandmother tell us tales stories about tortoise
But I look at my self in the present world
I saw a grown up man
Yet I understand that
broken toys & lost pencil are much better than lost friends & broken heart
Childhood world
World of brotherly love
World of motherly love
World of fatherly love
Childhood world
My favourite world