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by mukul Author IconMail Icon
Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #1725692
this is a poem about the feeling that if we could,we would have our childhood back.
                      Give them back to me,
The days when I was five;
Or six,or  ten.
when I had not to care,
About pimples on my face,
Or dark spots under my eyes.
                      Give them back to me,
The days when I had friends,
And only that;
when enemies did not exist,
Just like the dinosaurs.
                      Give them back to me,
The days when I wanted
To be Batman or Superman;
And not an engineer,
Without any superpowers.
                      Give them back to me,
The days when we built castles out of sand,
And built them again,when the waves washed them away;
When my dreams could still survive the wrath of failure,
Unlike today.
               
                        Give them back to me,
The days when school was second home;
Unlike today,
when distinguishing between the external and the internal examiner,
Is still the most difficult question.
                        Give them back to me,
The days when the only thing I ever lied about;
Was chocolates.
                          Give them back to me,
The days when I was small,
Enough to sit on someone’s lap;
On swings and on see saws,
Without breaking them,
As I do now.
                        Give them back to me,
The days when time flew,
And faster than the fastest bird;
When I did’nt need a watch,
When I did’nt want to know,
How much time had passed,
Unlike now.
                        Give them back to me,
The days  when I couldn’t count two things-
My smiles and the stars in the sky;
Unlike today,when the only things I cannot count,
Are the stars in the sky.
                        Give them back to me,
The days when I could  cry
In front of a hundred people;
And not in front of just myself,
Like I do now.
                        Give them back to me,
The days when the ghosts roaming in the darkness and the anger of my dad
Were the only things I feared;
Unlike now,when I fear even the light.         
                        Give them back to me,
The days when I could sing and dance.
When I hadn’t really learnt to think;
If I could.
                          Give them back to me,
The days when I danced in the rain because the clouds were so happy;
Unlike now,when I watch their tears of happiness flow;
From under a jacket.

                              Give them back to me,
The days when i had two chocolates,
Meant one was for my friend.
Unlike today,when I still have one of those;
Remaining.
                              Give them back to me,
The days when my friends got angry,
And we started playing again;the very next hour.
Unlike today,when I am still changing the calenders ;
In my waiting room.
                                Give them back to me,
The days when happiness was not a pursuit,
When it was the only thing.
Unlike today,when it is one of the many things;
That I have lost.
                              Give them back to me,
The days when I couldn’t write all of this,
When I could still be free;
From the pain that came along.
                              Give them back to me,
The days when I was small,
And dreamt of becoming big.
Give them to me,now,
For I am big,
And understand,that being small was,afterall,
Better.



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