Memorable are the days
When one has nothing to worry
Love is showered without stop
And when they compete to fondle you
After a few years, you grow up
And everybody expects manners from you
On a slight error, they rebuke you
They preach about duty and all such things
You get bored and shout to revolt
Then you are crushed with a heavy hand
You can only sigh and weep
For the lost childhood.
Childhood
