I can see my childhood,
I can see it everywhere
From the path once l walked
From the school bus on road
From every scars on knee
All random things once
Reflects the childhood of bliss
Being a child loving colors
Made myself colorful
A rainbow ribbon on hair,
A bag of pink or blue
With my lovely queens on it
Elsa, Anne or Cindrella
A Cozy frock was so sweet
and an umbrella which
Followed along with me
All these good old days
Unlocked from a box
Somewhere in my mind
And flashed like a picture
When I stared at a child
Walking along the same path
Her tiny hands and innocent face
Brought back memories
Childhood is all different
Different to each one of us
It can be a picture of laughter
It can be group of friends
Or may be a dear person
But It hits different
When you look at a child
And tell your self randomly
It was once you
With short footsteps
Tiny hands that waved at everyone
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