My Lost Childhood Is Alive

When my friend children were spending, Their happiness within play ground ring, I used to be busy in search of food for the day, Stealing happiness, I kept myself happy and gay, The child within me is alive, he is playing within, Now all those played are busy, he is free within, I always play with him he is enjoying, laughing, When he laugh, I glide -writing, singing, dancing, Seldom, he sits with me remembering the past, I always lost my self in his world of dream vast, I dig the childhood cave to find the treasure hid, A pot with jewels, pearls, diamonds, covered lid I do painting with the words and color of past This is the beginning and with breath it will last, The child within me will be only mine forever, When I will be put into grave he'll be out forever, Words are alive on the pages of any kind of book, O My child! Worry not, you'll be deep river, O brook, ©2015 Aftab Alam Khursheed. All rights reserved