I often look back
To the time when I was small;
And I always feel happy,
Thinking about the memories I recall.
Things were so simple
when I was a child,
There were no barriers and restriction;
My thoughts and I could together run wild.
There were no responsibilities,
No expectations from me;
Work was just role play,
I was whatever I wanted to be.
It was a world full of love,
There was no room for hate.
I wish I'd never grown older,
But who can escape their fate?
It was a wonderful time,
when friends were many and foes were none;
When Tom was the loser,
And Jerry always won.
I could ask a thousand questions,
I could freely speak my mind.
Oh, I feel so nostalgic,
For the time and memories I've left behind.
I know you want to go back so do I,
But there's nothing we can do;
But we can try to keep alive,
The child that's inside me and you.
Author: Manas Mehta
Editor: Ridhima Purwar