The childhood

When I see him through the window,

I envy him for his lucky go life,

For he is carefree and cool every moment

While  I face things with strife.

They say I am childish when I bite nails,

But in his attempt to make us laugh never fails.

Life I wish was like his,

Which we are all now giving a miss

To enjoy as he is today,

And make the most of it everyday.

When at times I see him,

He smiles at me an innocent one,

To behold in itself is a scene to see.

And when he cries, we do laugh a little,

But he does make you go brittle.



Circa – 1996