Childhood

There was a time of childhood,
In which there was a wealth of happiness.

The wish was to get the moon,
But the heart was crazy about the butterfly.

There was no news of some morning,
There was no place for the evening.

tired from school,
But had to go to play.


Mother's story
It was a fairy tale.

There was a paper boat in the rain,
Every season was pleasant.

There was no reason to cry
There was no excuse not to laugh.

Why have we grow up so much,
Better than that, it was the time of childhood.

Prof. Aarti Sharma ✍️