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. |