Staid couch..

I wish to go back to what I left there;

Wish to bring everything, even a dilapidated chair.

Prognosticating something that can never be transpired;

Prophesying a paragon that can only be desired.

How beautiful was the childhood, when everything u had was in additament;

Big or small , bad or good, there was always an excitement.

When there was joie de vivre for school and playgrounds;

When there was happiness and love for everyone all around.

Ever thought how beautiful was the time when you were small, going to school having fun with pals and free from all the quandaries of life..

A small poem dedicated to all the precious and golden moments of your past days…