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PoetryChildhood Days - Harshit Pandey

Childhood Days – Harshit Pandey


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Vivacious was I but not precocious,

1-CHILDHOOD-DAYSWith a simple smile was simply atrocious,

Looking at everything as a mere toy,

The feeling of getting it was enormous joy.


Held I tightly to my mother’s hand in the fair,

Neither would she leave me out of too much care,

Standing on my toes , tried to grab the cake kept up,

And after trying hard, would pout, for the cake being not in my luck.


Lurching on my mothers tummy I used to bump,

And I enjoyed it as she was a bit plump,

Getting annoyed at everyone pulling my cheeks,

Angry got I and they all seemed geeks.


Notorious was I and a bit naive too,

Firmly did I believe in Santa and angels that flew,

Finding no one around, I would get back to work, as the “hardest work” was mine,

Crawling over the carpet searching for petty things to put in my mouth,

I enjoyed and didn’t care, even if the sun rose in the south.


How hastily I would tell mumma about the way the teacher would shout,

And listening to it she would smile and I would pout,

Trying to catch hold of the end of her sari, I used to run behind her,

Bumping, falling and crying out as loud as I could,

After all that only a lollipop would do me some good.


Trying to be laborious by cleaning the path,

While spilling water I used to take a self bath.

Not only with me it happens with all,

Everyone has enjoyed playing with the ball,

With no tensions in mind even if they fall ,

As they have mumma who would always call.




Whatever you say, be it any ways,

But no one can deny that the best were “Childhood days”.

Editorial Team of Indian Ruminations.


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