Nostalgia/childhood

Used to be the sun rays,
Crawling on the floor those days.
Sometimes cry , sometimes laugh,
New born is always into a new craft.
Begins to step on its toes,
Grabbing affection from everywhere as it grows.
Watching the world through father’s eyes,
Sitting upon his shoulder giving him his prize.
Driving a small truck giving everybody blows,
Purloining incumbent stuffs in it while it stomps.
Chewing, slumbering and frolic all what it does?
Free from the worldly pleasures since the age is thus.
Peeping into that phase is wonderful,
Craving for the same happiness is unsuccessful.

By: TARANG GARG
TGT English