Poetry

Bring me back to my Childhood,        Something bad, something good,  a nd nothing need to be understood!                                        Treading in a puddle during rains, And allowing crazy ideas to flow out of my brains! Flying thoughts with a golden feather, Which no one can cease, even in stormy weather!                 Playing in a mud, with fine sand, Dancing on a smiling band, And giving a sparkle to my childhood land! Catching the golden fly, with a desperate race, neither hard nor soft! Being quite kiddish, being a little childish, I ought to be lost! Lord, could I turn back the hands of time, To fly to a wonderful place surrounded by goodness and no crime! Why we need to grow why we need to be mature, can thou explain plea...