My Childhood Pleasure
That was the time of my childhood pleasure,
Yes, that was full of happiness treasure.
Eyes dreamt to embrace the silver moon,
Heart yearned for a glimpse of a butterfly in cocoon Neither
I was aware of first dawn of the morning
Nor cared the changing spectacle of evening
No matter how tired
I was, running after pussy was mandatory Deeply allured to angels of Mom’s story though they were imaginary
There was paper boat in rainy season,
summer had lush ground to run
Every day was charming and all the four seasons were fun
No excuses needed for crying and no reasons to burst into laughter
Why we grew up if everything disappears and feels like illusion then after Yes,
that was the best time one ever finds beyond any measure
Full of happiness treasure that was the time of my childhood pleasure.
Poet :Sunita Suri Swar , Kathmandu University