chubby childhood...

Childhood- A lost treasure.

Is there a suggestion box?? Asked childhood,

As he started his saga in a sad mood...

‘Kitti and Butti’ are said good bye

As each face is shown as rival and spy.

No more I dance in the rain,

As mom worries about the mitti and drain.

No more my toys i make myself,

As those costly toys are already on self.

Counting stars on terrace is a bygone,

While ‘Chanda mama’ is a stranger left alone.

My knees have no scars now,

As, I run only on PSP now.

My innocent A B C is lost somewhere,

As tution class is giving a pain’s share.

Pressure has made me a wingless bird,

Comparison kills without a word.

No more i am taught about ‘pen friends’

As mobile phones have become destructive bands.

‘What is imagination?’ who knows.

It is lost in the television & FB flows.

No more I become a monkey on papa’s shoulder,

By being sooo busy he turns me weak, not bolder.

Making Castle on the riverbank is a lost habit,

As in my castle now I sit like a loner rabbit.

No more I ask Santa Claus to offer gift,

As it has got a ‘Cadbury celebration’ shift.

No more I hear any granny’s fairy tale,

As e- kid books are easy on sale.

My Rugged polka frock is thrown away,

As ‘Wear branded’ is mom’s daily say.

Alas! Sleeping on mom’s lap was such a console,

But now Teddy has replaced mom as a whole.

Gone are our street games of Lukka-chuppi,

Now only vice city games gives glee.

Childhood started crying after all these,

And the modern world had no word to please.

Finally...

He said ‘you are your child’s vixen’

Alas! Putting them in an empty ocean ...empty ocean...