Tiny legs and tiny arms,
Here and there like a bee swarms.
Small palms and so were the paws,
Life being free, abided no laws.
When days begun with joy and ended with a cackle,
No worry for tomorrow, no problem to tackle.
Different was the time, close to heart it stays,
Missing my childhood, missing those days.
When the whole world was a playground.
Eyes full of confidence, shiny, big and round.
Mind was at peace and of course it was sound,
Even trivial things brought happiness profound.
Dreams were no less too, always aiming high,
From scientists to SHAKTIMAN or a fierce prominent spy.
Sailing paper boats, flying kites,
Watching the moon, counting stars in Summer nights.
And moon wasn't a satellite but a relative,
Slept listening her lullabies, Mumma was so creative.
Talked nonsense but were pragmatic,
Were innocence though ahead of a lunatic.
Never knew these were all sands of time.