The Heart Searches

For the lovely childhood days, my heart yearns and makes a plea.
I hope some of Alladin’s Jin returns them to me.


When I felt truly hungry.
There were no diet plans.
And I wasn’t liable to behave responsibly.

Eat, drink, tease and dream,
Oh, those were the days.
When I savoured from my mommy’s kitchen cakes and cream.

Those days, there seemed to be no flaw in the foods prepared by that Darling.

Now, sometimes the salt tastes less,
Forget appreciation; all she receives is my complaints and screaming.

The Darling cooks food lovingly, then and even now.
But a few years of education,
And I find in almost everything that she does, a fault or a flaw.

Today, my heart aches for those innocent days and nights of childhood
Nothing more,
Even cotton pricks deep in this adulthood.

Then we used to ignore many things just with a smile.
And, forgot our quarrels in moments saying, It doesn’t matter.
Now, the grudges walk with us every hour, every mile.

Today, eating sweets reminds of the caps on teeth and medicines few

The fear of cavities,
Walks along with my shadow, too.

How we jumped then was carefree, quick, and fast.
Now, let running alone.
Even walking fast now reminds me of the X-rays done in the past.

The real fun was getting sunshine, free, and plenty.
Today, the sunrays prick.
We come out now only for radiant photos made with Ghibli, just for a DP.

The fear of spraining before turning, the worry for calories before savouring food heartfully.
What precious childhood days those were.
If we knew they don’t last forever, we would spend them wisely and sparingly.

The heart searches for the lost moments of childhood, free of sorrow.
I wish they were treasured in a bank locker.
Seeing them would have delighted and untroubled our tomorrow.

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