Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Childhood

Long gone are those days
When everyone liked me always

I used to play all day long
Night fairy came with bed-time song

Everything I saw belonged to mine
All the sand in park and also moon’s shine

On this starry night, I lay on my bed
Thinking of days gone and those ahead

Will this life be a blessed boon?
Or it will be a hot summer noon.

Will fairies live on moon again?
Or these are my dreams in vain.