Whenever I see the jolly infants,
I remember those days of melodious chants
The glimpses starts reeling on my mind
The cubby-chubby days of my kind.




Those were the days like cats and rats,




Going notorious with balls and bats




Enjoying the enormous smell of mud



Like blossming of glorious juvenile bud.

Enduring every laughter on our deeds,
Love the warm lap whenever we needs
Amiability and innocense filled in heart
That is the childhood's most beautiful part.



No worries,No cries nor so called depression,


Never thought of looks nor looking impression


Adorning you like a doll after every bath

That's what like is the every mother's heart.

Sound sleeps,fairy dreams are missed now a lot
If it would come back I used to thought
All those childish things,which had give my life a shine
Free from all worldy complexities,a queer world of mine