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Thoughts on Childhood

Hamza W., Lahore, Pakistan By Hamzawaseem, Lahore, Pakistan

Sitting on a bench,
Not a comfortable one,
In a public park,
It was not dark.
As I was thinking of invention,
Something caught my attention,
It was a boy,
Quite a small boy,
Playing with joy,
With his toy.

Tears trickled down,
My cheeks, I looked down,
Upon the green ground,
Remembered an old wound.
That wound of emotion,
Stopped all my motion.
Seeing the child play,
Made me sad, this way,
I was not being cruel.
But had been a fool,
Fool in the sense,
Which is quite dense.

I wanna re-live my childhood,
If only be possible, it could!

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21 comment(s)
Haha this was sort of emotional AND playful, to me...I liked it mucho
Apr. 24, 2013 at 2:49 PM • Report
Aww that's true most of us feel that way....just one tiny thing I'd like to point out... Umm you rhymed "wound" with "ground" I guess, But wound is pronounced as "woo-ound" just check the pronunciation. :D BUt overall lovely poem.
Apr. 21, 2013 at 12:03 PM • Report
hahah awsum yaar... but i agree with sparkle.
Apr. 17, 2013 at 12:58 PM • Report
share the same feeling..wanna live my childhood again...the innocence and carefreeness haunts me still....  
Apr. 14, 2013 at 10:13 AM • Report
Very relatable and beautiful!
Apr. 12, 2013 at 7:47 AM • Report
so cool it is something we all want to re-live :3
Apr. 04, 2013 at 3:07 PM • Report
well said...somethng everyone dreams abt....
Feb. 15, 2013 at 4:31 AM • Report
Feb. 15, 2013 at 12:16 AM • Report
Thats so cool. :3
Jan. 27, 2013 at 11:30 AM • Report
Wow... i got teary eyed!  AWESOME JOB!! :)
Jan. 15, 2013 at 2:36 PM • Report