Childhood

 

The childhood was in full bloom;
strong heartbeats commanding every rage;
brain was a stranger to the evils;
passion was innocence for the age.

Swaying the head from left to right;
taking the body along - an imaginative flight.
Bursts of laughter with an occasional tear –

That of happiness: no sorrow; no fear!

The hues, it seemed, were only to light the beautiful eyes;
breeze comes across to wipe off the sweat;
birds gliding to the tune of tapping feet;
inviting another round from the restless brat.

Expanded eyelids bring a fold on the forehead;
silence speaks for itself;
the glaring eyes seemed to enquire –
‘Do I need to grow up?

 

Reviews

[Clive D Costa]

It is melodious and so like me.Though it would be better if u used capital letters in the beginning of sentences and not only at the beginning of paras.