In the warm embrace of sunlit skies,
Laughter echoed, a joyous surprise.
Barefoot we ran on grassy lanes,
Through endless fields, shedding our chains.
Friends and cousins, a lively crew,
Each day brought adventures new.
With cricket bats and skipping ropes,
We chased the wind, weaving dreams and hopes.
The courtyard's soil, our treasured stage,
Where hide-and-seek consumed an age.
Old broken pots became our toys,
We built families, shared simple joys.
In mango groves, we climbed so high,
Touching the leaves that kissed the sky.
Family feasts on lazy noons,
Stories shared beneath silver moons.
Grandma’s tales, soft and deep,
Tucked us in for a peaceful sleep.
Through village fairs and river streams,
Life was a canvas of vibrant dreams.
We gathered to watch grand parades,
Festivals shining with vibrant displays.
The colors, the lights, the music, the cheer,
Moments that made each season dear.
No screens, no phones, just nature's call,
Our childhood was a festival for all.
Those days of innocence, pure and free,
Remain etched in cherished memory.
A symphony of love, joy, and play,
Our golden childhood, forever will stay.
