Down The Memory Lane

By Moira Bhargav

You know as children,

We would be painting pictures in our head,

Of what we wanna be,

Could try to be,

But now as it is  the reality of life ,

Im chasing after every possible dream with all my might.

And now as we remember the good – old days,

(those were better anyways)

But however much I pray,

I cant go back their again.

You know as children,

And when millions of dreams used to keep us awake in our beds.

 Yet within us, stil linger those nights,

A light that shines so bright, to guide us through and keep us in sight.

So, take off the burdens of reality,

Make a time machine,

And I shall go back to when I was eight,

Back when I was still with my mates.

By Moira Bhargav