A FEW GOOD TIMES

A FEW GOOD TIMES

My heart, yearns to dream
of those wonder years, or so they seem,

My mind cries with delight
Every time I introspect my childhood, albeit now in candlelight

As a child, I was so proud,
Hoping to stand out in a crowd

I tried to play all games big boys play
Whether it was riding horses or moulding clay

I have broken an arm and my face,
trying to climb trees with feminine grace

Oh! but those wonder wonder years,
Kept me going with a smile to outbeat my peers

Right now I run a different rat race,
Trying to grow at a frenetic pace.

I am juggling between work and home
Not knowing whether I am starting for Delhi or heading Rome.

Now, when I really introspect, which I very rarely do...,
The few good times that I've had come mainly from my childhood.

~Shobhana Nikam~

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