Along the streets of happiness, 
I stayed to be innocent and most ignorant just like a child...
Splashing lovely colors all around..
Where counting number of trees during train journey,
Was the biggest problem, anyone would have failed to solve it...
Knowing not the gospel or religion,
All that needed was an unbiased smile, getting to know even a stranger..
Trust is the ultimate word, but those days...
All that got broken was only my pencil...
The hardest part in life was writing exams and 
That longest separation was for a month or two...
Hanging out with friends was a group trip, likely to be a heaven..
Ego, was certainly for no longer a day..
Things were so dizzy yet happy by then...
Where childhood days were the luscious season, 
The saddest part is that it could never take a turn to come back again !!