Endearing Childhood Poem by Puskar Sikdar

No matter how tangled the grand world's thread,
A child's small deeds leave all worries dead.
At times, a whispering lull of the air,
At times, a tempest beyond compare.

Tears well up in stubborn pleas,
Yet melt in a mother's embrace with ease.
Two tiny fingers clasp so tight,
Gathering joy in an innocent light.

In childhood's mist, dreams took flight,
Tales of wonder filled silent nights.
Paper boats sailed thoughts afar,
Curtained forts held guests of star.

Fields of gold, in hushed embrace,
Once cradled time's untamed grace.
Yet as age carves its endless span,
Childhood remains—a cherished plan.