Standing near my window.. I thought about my past..
The below poem had come to my heart.......
Gone are the days where we enjoyed our life..
There were no tears n there were only smiles..
The days where we ran n ran with full of joys..
We had a huge gang of girls and boys.
Played in sand and climbed the tallest trees..
The aroma of wet sand and chilled breeze..
Got wet in rain and enjoyed the rain!!!!!
We fell a lot of time but had no pain..
We were girls but were naughtier than boys..
Waking up early morning playing till it turns night..
Full of fun with silly silly fights.
Laughed louder with all our might..
Mother's food and Papa's care...
Only good dreams existed and there were no night mares.......
No mobiles.. No tensions.. No worries..
Just laughter and fun...
Today I stand with a tear next to window sill...
Rain drops fell on my face and I stood still......
And I ask to myself...... "Won't those days come back???"
And my heart replies......"That you have to be a child again to get back!"
Written by - BushraKhan
