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  1.     

There's No Heaven

Now, there's no heaven between me
and my bygone days of past.
It was only the shady shelter
of my mother's veil, the
affectionate smell of mother's
hands which told me, it was
a heaven's door,
between the wall of paradise
and earthly life of innocence.
It was the belief that god
kills demons, and justice is the
enemy of wrongdoers as evil can't
ever win over good.
Childhood is a thought
which keeps its balmy hands
on the fevered forehead
of a experienced tortured soul.
It exists in our mind's mind.

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Neela Nath

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  2.     

Naughtiness And My Childhood

I enjoyed my childhood's innocent naughtiness Anywhere and everywhere Simply it was simple, innocent, naive, and true Anytime in my earliest days of my childhood... I played with everyone gladly and happily, No difference, boys or girls innocently... I loved everyone and everything At that time of my childhood... Nothing bothered me other than Some childish acts Here and there... I used to climb the high walls of My old school... I used to climb all kinds of high trees Including all those that were in the Patos Orchard... I played football with all schoolmates Here and there... I used to pick all kinds of wild plants and All kinds of wild flowers around me... I used to play with little kittens and Little dogs... My childhood's days were full of naughty And innocent images... My naughtiness was innocent Simply because I loved everything around me To be innocent... I am still carrying all those pretty images of My childhood's innocent images in my mind Simply because they are a good reminder of A lively and lovely thing... ______________________________________________________________________
 
MOHAMMAD SKATI

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  3.     

Her Pretty Childhood

To me, Her childhood was exceptional Simply because I had learned From how to be a dad... Her childhood was a turning-point In our life, She was born to be a wonderful figure That I waited for long time... Her childhood was that day that Encouraged us to look froward for a better life... When she was born, I was outside that great hospital Where I heard her first cries... Her voice penetrated my heart... I loved her and I loved her pretty childhood... She is now a lovely soul That goes and comely wonderfully All by herself to be or not to be. _____________________________________________________________________
 
MOHAMMAD SKATI

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  4.     

Remembering Childhood

our childhood is so beautiful;
our childhood is so musical;
our childhood is so peaceful;
our childhood is so joyful.

in our childhood we have not
having any type of tension;
in our childhood we can enjoy
all the fashion;
in our childhood every one were
talking our care
in our childhood we can enjoy
every moment like fun-fair.

in childhood we have not having
any kind of stress;
in childhood we are always looking
fresh;
in our childhood our look can
impress anyone;
in our childhood our parents and
relative gives us beautiful bless.

in our childhood we can enjoy every
moment;
in our childhood we are totally free
from all tension;
in our childhood what we want that we
can get easily;
in our childhood our every each and every
moment we can enjoy with nature.
 
maharshi trivedi

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