Amidst struggling to differentiate the acoustic chirps looming in the balmy afternoon,
Whilst contemplating the portrait of the still trees appearing from the window of my room,
I couldn't focus my mind to work and somehow it ended up recalling the childhood days,
The memories flashed of the innocent faces, the lovely games and the ugly tan of the fiery sun rays.

The time my mind used to be my friend and I never wanted things to be perfect,
I had no lust, no pride, though I wasn't the best but my friends still loved my intellect.
Without being a judge, I would enjoy observing the life unfold itself quietly,
It was the time I enjoyed solitude and embraced the company quite wisely.