My Childhood Days

I miss those carefree days
Filled with laughter and gay abandon
My childhood days.


Happiness overflowed
Everything was rosy and bright
My childhood days.


No worries that plagued
Life was arcadian
My childhood days.


No duties to perform
Responsibility free idyllic life
My childhood days.


I miss those lighthearted days
Filled with  joyous elation
My childhood days. 


Comments

  1. Tapas Kumar Basu27 December 2020 at 01:27

    Your feelings of the everlost childhood carefree days very well expressed through this beautiful poem of yours. Unfortunately none of us can go back in time.

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  2. Madhurima Basu27 December 2020 at 02:33

    I can fully relate!! Adulting is so overrated! 😑

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  3. Mukul Roy Mitter27 December 2020 at 04:14

    I really appreciate your sentiment.

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  4. Sukla Roy Mitter27 December 2020 at 16:36

    Gone by days never return.

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