The time I wanna return to
When the fear of career wasn't there
When the though of lagging behind wasn't there
When the longing for a fake relationship wasn't there
When the stress of earning my bread wasn't there
Yes that's the beautiful time I always reminisce
When there was a ground I could run wild on
When there was a tree I could climb on
When there was a friend I could pull pranks on
When there was a wall I could freely doodle on
Yes that's the flown time I always miss
When there was the joy of teasing the teacher
When there was the joy of breaking the rules
When there was the joy of sweet ragging of the juniors
When there was the joy of doing what was forbidden
Yes that is the time I wanna return to
Beautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteHello Celestial Ember, thanks a lot for reading my poem.
DeleteJust one thing, are you the person I met on that stranger meeting website in the poetry tag?
Hmm yeah im the same person
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