How free I was, how joyful was that time when it was my childhood time. Everything for fun, to be happy without any expectation, with no greed. I just came to remember of that.
Wings I had, yes I flew
If not in sky, yes in deep view
View of love, happiness and longing
Wings of truthfulness, innocence and being with
Dawn used to be joyful, cheering dew
Winsome was all, what flawed what I loved to
Neither this world was alien nor do I talk of heaven
But THE WORLD OF MY CHILDHOOD, I miss, yeah that I concern.
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