"CHILDHOOD"a golden memory...


Those curled fingers,those half opened eyes,
When  entered in my life,
I was all mesmerized;


By that innocent look of it;s ,
I ran back to my childhood,
Where, i with my mom
used to play around,
Those yew trees,
Moving and hopping and  jumping around;


Today when it;s still standing there,
It seems , it;s still calling me,
With those curled fingers,
I am again living by;


With those petals of flowers,
Like soft touching dew,
drops of fog,
And that ethnic look of it;s,

Took me back to a joy ride of "cup and plate",

Away from all those dismays,
Away from this weary world,
And that was how"i am again living back in my childhood";