When I were a child everything seemed so beautiful and fascinating,
Gazing at the night sky; full of dazzling stars,
Watching the planes until they vanished and cleared the sky,
The air so fresh and the morning glories stand tall,
No worries, no stress and playing until dusk,
Petrified by the scary dark windows and shadows on wall,
Gulping those luscious chocolates and candies was it all,
Listening to the rhythm of the falling droplets of rain; making the paper boats and drowning ’em all.
Splurting of the bubbles so far so long,
Peek- a -boo was all that I played,
Swinging and sliding in the parks all day long.
Jigging and jogging off to school; down the dusty track,
The moon chasing our car as if it were escorting us all,
And now tat I wish that I’d never grew up like Peterpan in Neverland,
For all these memories are the timeless treasures dwelling in my heart.
My Secret diaries... 