Looking Back
Be it winter, summer or rain,
God has been kind to children.
To give them joy in every turn,
In chilling cold or blinding sun.
These little fairies run about in joy,
The shining faces of each girl or boy.
Make the dreary world of the grown-ups,
Have a touch of hope for the coming years.
Every child is you and I of the yesteryears,
When we too ran about with little cares.
And talked with our playthings and the trees,
Each day of our tender lives brought some bliss.
How we wonder and miss them now,
Wishing to revisit those innocent days somehow.
© SOMNATH MITRA 2010
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