I wish I could go back again,

To the days when I was young;

Where we played in the lonely streets,

And often one got hurt.

 

I wish I could go back again,

To the days of that common attire;

Where going to school means meeting friends,

And coming home means home-works.

 

I wish I could go back again,

To the days when weekends were so special;

Where Sundays meant morning – plays,

And mid-day cartoon fare.

 

I wish I could go back again,

To the days when I was young;

Where life was so simple, 

And tensions were far apart.

 

Now that I am grown up,

Heaps of worries pile up;

Life got complex with passing time,                  

And often difficult to admire.

 

I wish I could go back again,

To the days when I was young;

Where life was full of fun and joyous

And friends – honest & fair.

    

     –  Sharmistha Bhattacharjee

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