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Friday, November 2, 2012

Pieces Of Me

















Going back to the time when I was five;
happy in the world of my own,
I was moms’s doll and dad’s princess;
had a sweet home in a small town.

Tearing pages for paper planes;
making paper boats for the rain,
that’s where my heaven was;
can I get those days back again.

I have grown big now, came far away;
and left my home behind,
gotta go back in time when I was a child;
all these are pieces of me, I gotta find.

Wanna go back to the time when dad;
bought me my favourite toys;
and took me to the festive fairs,
I wanna live again all those days.

My white teddy is lying in a corner;
turned pale and covered with dust,
I don’t have time to play with it;
all my toys got old and turned to rust.

Time sweeps as the pendulum swings;
it got me so big that I,
can’t live my childhood again;
all these are pieces of me, I pick and sigh.

~Shreya
P.S.1. My creation, please do not copy!!
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4 comments:

  1. Shreya,

    It is not said without a reason that childhood is the best time of life. But time does not wait and thus one has to move on keeping fond memories. However one should try to let own child have even better time than one himself or herself had in childhood.

    Take care

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  2. i miss my childhood too. :(

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