Childhood

In the quiet corners of a memory’s chest,
Lies the fragile heart of childhood’s rest,
Where once we danced in fields of endless green,
And whispered dreams in a world serene.

The days were long, and skies were wide and blue,
Each sunrise painted in a brighter hue,
Yet time was gentle, and the hours were slow,
As innocence unfurled its tender glow.

The laughter that echoed through the open air,
The warmth of a mother’s gentle care,
The nights spent under blankets of pure light,
Where every shadow turned to dreams so bright.

Now, those moments drift like autumn leaves,
In the quiet space where the heart believes,
The echoes of a playground’s distant song,
Remind us of where our souls belong.

The world has grown, and time has moved away,
But in our hearts, that child still wants to play,
We clutch the fragments of those golden days,
A bittersweet remembrance in life’s maze.

For childhood’s light, though it may softly fade,
Lives on in memories we’ve gently laid,
A testament to days we can’t retrieve,
Yet hold within our hearts, forever grieve.

Excerpt From
Peace and Harmony
Sandesh Ghimire
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