I Want To Be A Child Again!!

“A DEFINITION NOT FOUND

IN THE DICTIONARY

Not leaving: an act of trust and love,

often deciphered by children”

― Markus Zusak

In my life, there was time when I was a child – having independence and contentment. But when I turned older and older, I thought myself as a lucky person, to know and experience the world, however now a time has come when I am utterly a young woman, but I want to be a child again!

The question is; why I want to be a child? Why not a philosopher or an artist or maybe a fairy?

• Because childhood is a time, when you feel all the great powers stuck in you with linchpins. Power to be an explorer; when I used to play in mud, I never feared insects or germs, always turned up with new things and felt snug.
• As long as you are a child, you have freedom like heaven. No secrets, no fights and all you know are the expressions of smiling and laughing.
• While you are a child; you are a teacher - you teach elders to protest so badly for something you can not get, and if you never get – you teach to not be a sad soul for prolonged period.
• Since, childhood is the name of breathing your life in pure oxygen, where you are happy, make friends, make love with your parents, have endless time to do what you want to do.

 And so it’s never too late to be a child even when you are older as of 80 years old. Because being a child would be more preferable to end global problems in world – I consider. A child is a stubborn figure, if we be like him with senses of positive change, terrorism can die and bliss can live among us.

“It's never too late to have a happy childhood.”
― Tom Robbins

Brushing Off The Past (Poem)

It was my spirit glutted with fleshes of past

It was me who kept the memories amassed

Tosses and arcs of that time never got apart

But was strained to forget olden times with art

Ancient time was hamlet of my offbeat thoughts

There I cry & spry. High & sly. Bright & in fright.

However records fled elsewhere yakking ciao

Nurturing - never pour yourself in memory nohow

Tisn't a miss what history showed me, nay forget!

Never dwell so deep then I got to be well-whet.