Celestial Childhood

by Mousumi Paul



Wish I could go back to my celestial childhood, bounteous joy and innocence without a single responsibility. But the fleeting time never allows anyone to savour the poised charm of childhood and fill it with duty. While the jubilant faces of a school-going bus suddenly stop before my hectic, exhausting ways; they remind me of my own golden days of childhood. Visualizing the full-fledged freedom like a kite immediately comes the morbid boredom of adulthood. No longer the euphoric harmony I find, nor even the enrapturing bliss, now only the excruciating pangs of monotony make me feel hellish.

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Lovely poem!

Pravat Kumar Padhy
30-Nov-2013 11:34 AM

So nice , Mousumi......nice expression.....

Arun Kr. Bhuin
30-Nov-2013 09:54 AM

longing for jovial days of childhood wonderfully expressed..

Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
30-Nov-2013 08:24 AM