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Missing the days, the beautiful old days

Was really missing my school days today! And then, I just penned down few lines. Sharing with you all, hope you like them:

Missing the days, the beautiful old days,
When life was a wonderful maze...
The days when I just had no fear,
Only dad’s scolding used to bring me to tears...
The days when I used to be the richest person, that’s not a lie,
My boats swam in waters and my planes touched the sky...
The days when I needed no reason to smile,
Without purpose it used to go for many a mile...
The days when disappointment was a word so rare,
For worldly things, I used to hardly care...
The days when I had time to lay down under the stars,
In my world, I was Hitler, I was Mussolini and I was The Czar...
The days when I used to wait for helicopters to fly in the sky,
So that I could leap and jump and bid them bye...
The days when words like hatred and vengeance were unknown,
Smile, love, laughter, care: only they existed in my perfect zone...
The days when school bag, dolls and dreams were my only possession,
I had the courage to do anything without any fear of regression...
The days when nothing was shallow and hollow,
It was just my heart which I used to follow...
The days when my only dream was to fly high in the sky,
Wished to have wings, through the clouds I could fly...
The days when I made excuses to skip my meals,
How badly I wish the time to roll back, if it had wheels...
The days when mom’s arms used to hug me,
To get to this life, I had to pay that as a fee...
Missing the days, the beautiful old days,
When life was a wonderful maze!

Keep smiling and stay blessed:)


                            

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  1. Thank u so much Riddhi... I am super glad to knw that u liked it:DDD...

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  2. This is a really nice one! Precious words!

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