Entered the world of guile,
my childhood, better was the time
none to scold us for the rove,
rowdy kids we were of our roads
out the reach of envy,
simply happy were our minds
became the marionette of others hand,
pale , dejected , still , we stand
we all friends were alike,
even same were the cycles we ride
whom i show doleful face of mine,
none to hug even for a while
entered the world of guile
my childhood, better was the time.
Copyright © Ashwarya Pratap Singh , 2012
my childhood, better was the time
none to scold us for the rove,
rowdy kids we were of our roads
out the reach of envy,
simply happy were our minds
became the marionette of others hand,
pale , dejected , still , we stand
we all friends were alike,
even same were the cycles we ride
whom i show doleful face of mine,
none to hug even for a while
entered the world of guile
my childhood, better was the time.
Copyright © Ashwarya Pratap Singh , 2012
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