A desire to rewind old days

Gloomier-shabbier little Me,

Has nothing to do with actuality

The only time tears

Flows down ponderously,

Is being beaten up for not having enough milk and cookies.

Playing out unawarely

Wish I to re-live ancient days,

When school bag was the only burden,

And not being introduced to life’s dilemma and traumatising situations.

Those days, when the little Me,

Wakes up cheerfully every morning,

When dancing, loving and laughing was free of cost,

That I barely had times to worry.

Wistfully, those merry days

Have got their own limits

And thus, one only can cherish them,

As wonderful and indelible memories.