The memories of my childhood
the river that I swam in
the trees that I climbed on
the green fields and gardens
the beauty that molded my heart
the serenity that taught me peace and love
I miss those days, those lovely days…
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The memories of my childhood
the river that I swam in
the trees that I climbed on
the green fields and gardens
the beauty that molded my heart
the serenity that taught me peace and love
I miss those days, those lovely days…
As much as you miss your childhood days, so do I, and I believe, everyone does the same. Those days were really lovely. Given a chance, in case by a miracle, or suppose I get a time machine; I would like to go back and live in those carefree and joyful days.
🙂 Hence this sketch….
U grew Up in Nagaland… No wonder you miss childhood and the wild fun amidst the natural surrounding. Thanks for liking the post.
Yes, yes, I did grew up in Nagaland, but I admit, the fun wasn’t really wild as it may seem. However, I did like it as it was, and long for it knowing nothing can be changed. What has gone that has gone. 😀
Oh, BTW, that’s a beautiful sketch. 🙂
Here is Thomas Hood saying something similar. Hope you enjoy it!
I Remember, I Remember
I remember, I remember
The house where I was born,
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn;
He never came a wink too soon
Nor brought too long a day;
But now, I often wish the night
Had borne my breath away.
I remember, I remember
The roses red and white,
The violets and the lily cups–
Those flowers made of light!
The lilacs where the robin built,
And where my brother set
The laburnum on his birthday,–
The tree is living yet!
I remember, I remember
Where I was used to swing,
And thought the air must rush as fresh
To swallows on the wing;
My spirit flew in feathers then
That is so heavy now,
The summer pools could hardly cool
The fever on my brow.
I remember, I remember
The fir-trees dark and high;
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky:
It was a childish ignorance,
But now ’tis little joy
To know I’m farther off from Heaven
Than when I was a boy.
Thomas Hood
Thanks a lot… beautiful poem it is!!!
ur post too NJS is equally nice.little, meaningful and sincere!