The Priceless Childhood
Blooming like petals of young flowers
Captivating the passers-by with their buoyant smiles
Were playing a bunch of innocent kids
Unaware of the goings-on of the onlookers’ life.
He kept gazing at the vibrant souls
Recollecting memories of the good old days
When there were no worries of the future
And no fear of lagging behind in the rat race.
When his eyes were sore with shedding tears
And ceaseless was the burn
His heart wished for nothing
But for his blissful childhood days to return
When there were no ties and laws to chain his soul
And he was free as a bird to fly far and high
There was no fear of the unknown
And for him limit was the sky.
Captivated by his relentless ache
Mindlessly he walked on,
Shattered by the pang of truth
That his priceless childhood was never to return !