when I was innocent as a dove,
and danced in showers of love.
I knew nothing called as pain,
I wish I was child again.
Speaking broken words so sweet,
which for mom to hear were treat.
protected from darkened storms and rain,
I wish I was child again.
Being called with loving names,
addicted to small toys and games.
making paper boats and planes,
I wish I was child again.
Away from all hustle and bustle,
away from tension to wrestle.
with every bit of maturity I attain,
I wish I was child again.
-Vrajesh.Patel
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