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  37.     

STANDING ON THE THRESHOLD

Standing on the threshold
Of the growing responsibilities,
I stare and peep out of mirror,
Mirrror of shadowed soul,
I look and rejoice my childhood,
Standing on the threshold.


The innocent dreams behold,
Through imagination, the colorful world,
And try to seek some answers,
The answers may be right or wrong.
I look and rejoice my childhood,
Standing on the threshold.


When decency couldn’t be hold,
And being jealous was not off beam,
When there should be a crowd,
Crowd of plays & players around,
I look and rejoice my childhood,
Standing on the threshold.


There were fairies in stories, told
Which looked real & with soul,
And we used to build our own home,
Home exactly like of fairies land,
I look and rejoice my childhood,
Standing on the threshold.



The hands gradually gets fold,
With my fingers in it hold tightly,
For guiding me all the way,
The way that is now lost,
I look and rejoice my childhood,
Standing on the threshold.



The smile that was clear & bold,
Has now turned very wintry,
The unconditional loud laugh,
Now laughs loudly at me,
I look and rejoice my childhood,
Standing on the threshold.
 
sudha pandey

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  38.     

Childhood

The bestest time of your life
When you feel very, very good
What is that time called?
Oh Yes! Its childhood!

It’s the only time you remember
When you were in your best mood
What is that time called?
Oh Yes! Its childhood!

It’s the time you don’t need to study
And have lots of time to play in house and woods
What is that time called?
Oh Yes! Its childhood!

It’s the only time when
Your mother herself feeds you food
What is that time called?
Oh Yes! Its childhood!

It’s the only time in life
For which the most willing must be you
Which can never return again once gone
It is called childhood! !
 
Ashmita Saha

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  39.     

I miss my childhood

I miss my childhood everyday

This missing increases day by day
I miss those days of happiness
which were full of joy and naughtiness

I miss my grandpa's magnificent love
I miss my grandma's food serve
I miss my village and my darling home
Now I am sad and alone

I was used to go garden daily evening
where I see the day changing
I play their with my friends
who were perfect in that and were legends

I miss stealing of mango from trees
I miss those mountainy friendly trees
I miss play of hide and seek
we hide on guava's great peak

I miss my fields and ponds
I miss that sweet smell of my lands
I miss the scolds of elders
I miss my village builders

I miss my grandpa's old shoulders
I miss my village's brave soldiers
I miss my cow's sweet milk
I miss my cranky and playful tricks

No one can return my childhood
And that hunt for fruits in woods
I have left my childhood very far
But I need life like that with no bar

I am hungry for that love of village
my hunger becomes more with age
In this world of stress and worries
I want back my childhood glories

Life is such a name
That plays with everyone, a different game
But in every game there is some hopeful ray
I miss my childhood everyday.



(27 march 2010, Lucknow)
 
Shashank Dwivedi

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  40.     

I miss my childhood

I miss my childhood,
Miss my mommy’s lap,
The lullabies that my grandpa sung,
The breakfast my granny prepared for me.

I miss my childhood,
Miss the brother-sister fights,
The way the small secrets we kept,
The days we dreamt of becoming someone big.

I miss my childhood,
Miss the friends’, who were never mean,
The teacher so caring,
The playground where we played for hours’.

I miss my childhood,
Miss my dad’s arms which did hold me and wrapped me throughout,
The chocolates he bought so frequently,
The wonder rides he took me to.

I miss my childhood,
Miss the tree where I sat for hours,
The teddy which was my life,
And the way you consoled me dad whenever I cried….


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Jinal Oswal

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