Childhood Overdose

By Mini Shah

Its this and those I chase, on looking back I gaze

Those playful ,carefree phase of childhood days,

They are little mine little yours full of mischief’s and innocence retained,

Each day was different than previous where gest, grace and glory prevailed.

Now I open the treasure of happier moments and leave behind the worries,

The games we played then are now heard in stories,

In summers vacations cassetes ,vcr and movies were mandatory,

Similarly in rain we float boats on water logged roads and eating dry fruits and chikki in winters was

also compulsory.

When with friends and family we are real and get excited,

And at festivals of kites, colours ,diyas and more we wear new attires and get united,

These are times we feel connected by heart not phones,

Our talks are endless and battles fought at highest of tones.

In every word ,stanza I have tried to recapture,

And cherished the past,to live for today and have better healthier future,

As being a child at heart is a potent cure,

Of and on laughters with friends is an art of life for sure.

By Mini Shah