Brevity, Poetry


Remembering that time,
When i was learning a rhyme

First crawl , that i tried
Those smiles , i always hide
The way everyone run behind
Those swings through which i slide ,
The joy ,that laughter provide.

The way by seeing birds, i eat food
As it was all depend on my mood .
And how in my gifts chocolates inlcude!!
In nutshell that time was very good .

Those lovable scolding from mother which makes me cried,
The way father takes my side.
The fun in playing outside
That childish which is present inside,
The love that i get from everyone being single small child
Those memories always makes me happy and pride .

Now it seems, all good moments are obsorbed in tranquillity of surrounding
And reflects when we sit solo while remembering.

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