Childhood Poems
My Childhood
My mother tells me about it,
And I also remember a bit,
The time when I was too innocent,
The time was superb and excellent.
I used to play with my toys,
And my life filled with happiness and joy,
Life was then exciting and alluring,
But now, it is becoming boring,
I can’t forget those days of mine,
In the darkness of my life,
just like the jewels, they all shine,
By chance, due to good deeds of mine,
If God will ask me about my wish at any time,
I will wish to become smart and good,
But my first preference will be my Childhood.
Playgrounds
In summer I am very glad
We children are so small,
For we can see a thousand things
That man can’t see at all.
They don’t know much about the moss
And all the stones they pass:
They never lie and play among
The forests in the grass:
They walk about a long way off;
And, when we’re at the sea,
Let father stoop as best he can
He can’t find things like me.
But, when the snow is on the ground
And all the puddles freeze,
I wish that I were very tall,
High up above the trees.
