My Childhood Poem by Aashitaa N Khattar
My Childhood
Tic toc the clock goes
How fast the time flows.
All my childhood vanished leaving only memories
Like whispers of wind through trees
Learning all lessons in a gentle way
Flying planes on a windy day.
Innocence woven in each thread
In tapestry of dreams where imagination led.
Those days are like dream
Fading down like stream
For though the clock tic goes by
Echoes of my childhood will never die.
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7/22/2025 2:32:18 PM # 1.0.0
A beautiful one... Best wishes....