Childhood is a forgotten pristine part of our life
Where angels of peace and love reside without strife
Dwell in the heart and soul of children’s suites
Who unfortunately live among the wickedest brutes;
At nightfall, in tranquility when I close my eyes
I float in the soothing thin air
Cherishing life’s lighter yet moments finer
Life it seems never had a feeling of sighs;
Those forlorn thoughts, when remembered now
Ushers in mellifluous nocturnal musical vibes
When life was full of exuberance with such lovely tribes
A life that was pure and whiter than the dainty snow;
Children, tiny, petite, dainty and beautiful
Resonate with harmony in every action that is so graceful
They are loving and forgiving even if we hurt them
Unlike adults who are remorseless and create mayhem;
Their innocent mirthful games are forms of inventions
That aim to break the shackles of indoctrinated conventions
Seeking new ways to see life from a different perspective
I realize now, how much I miss that life in retrospective;
I oft marvel why God crafted this wondrous period in our lifetime
At the beginning, as we trudge and get mired in various syndromes meantime
Perhaps for us to realize in the end
This time of life is Godsend;
Beautiful Life 