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With the advent of winter , the chilled wind brought
Memories of the old snowballs,
Thrown and caught with excitement….
With me ,you and few friends to play on!
The soft softies that melted slowly within,
Freezing and numbing our voice,
as we licked and
Still the fun never went dim…
In the woods where we walked ,
Many times we got deserted and lost,
Screaming and yelling each other’s name,
We often got reunited in minutes of forlorn ….
The street to the downtown goes straight,
Often reminds of our innumerable games ,
Cycling to the end of the world,
We dreamt …
“We would never separate”, we claimed…
The golden ,silvery chilling days…
Are now gone and are lost ,
in the sands of time …
like the morning white frost!
The softy in my hand melts away ,
The street looks lonely without our games,
Often now when we are lost ,
There’s no one to shout and beckon forth.
Those days of innocent childhood,
Which had different colors of hue,
Shall never be back again,
Once vanished in the blue…
So true.. those days will never come back
Yes! like the softy that melts away! our childhood just gets away!
Innocence lost…
true Ekaterina! those times and the innocence is precious and should never be lost with time!
I didn’t have a very good childhood BUT the best times I had we’re around cold drinks and ice cream as a child!
Iam glad this brought you back memories of your some of the good times of childhood Jasmine! hope u r child has a beautiful childhood and u will fill his memories with more joy! which u have missed!
Yes we are they are very happy kids! Thanks again for the poem!
Sweet memories! Beautifully done Soumyav! I was entertaining changing my blog site to the one you have also chosen it brings the life of the words and the images shared to life. It looks really good!
Thank you Wendell! The innocent childhood always is like a sweet memory and is cherished forever…
those days of innocent childhood gone and are lost
in the sands of time
Yes! and we ought to find them back
isnt it a cycle?..we become childlike in our old age…atleast thats what I thought…thats my only hope for the future
yes Raunak ! its a cycle,but we can keep our innocence alive in hearts and can remain such for the whole life
Beautiful nostalgia
Thanks Gladius!
Lovely lines., Soumya. Reminiscing the childhood.. Softy is still my favorite.
It’s so strange that as a kid all you want is to grow up and behave like adults. And as an adult all one can ever wish and hope is to go back to relive those childhood days!
Human nature,we always crave for what we have lost or dont have…
A pleasing portrayal of childhood days. Nostalgic memoirs of bygone years cherish throughout the life.
Thank you Sir for sharing your precious view and for the kind words.
So very true. Another beautiful story.
Thank you Sheri!
Beautifully described and reminded of Child-hood days. very pleasing.
Iam honoured to have you here and happy that you did feel connected to it!
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what a softy.. <3
I felt a smile reading this….brought back some fond childhood memories…riding bikes and licking softy…yummmm. I have never experienced snow, though i wish i could.
Your poetry is too cute!