Glorious days of my childhood
Time after time, again and again, I walk backwards through my memory lane. I remember those days so great and good, the glorious days of my childhood. Nothing ever could make us tense, having fun on others expense. It seemed so cool to break a rule, deliberately getting late to school. Passing around those secret mails, believing freely in fairy tales. Collecting all those fancy pictures, getting infatuated with the teachers. Time would flow like a swift stream, life would run as a sweat dream. Waking sometimes out of a night-mare, to find someone close enough to care. Holding on to a favourite toy, deriving out of it every joy. Fantasizing anything without a fear, forgetting failure with a drop of tear. Life was so plain and easy, now its all tough and busy. I would return only if I could, to the glorious days of my childhood.