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BLUR NURSERY DAYS

Eat, sleep, study and play,

This was my childhood.

We lived in a cozy room, blooming with spring all the time.

Time favoured ,shifted to a mansion.

Worse luck, time was jealous of my happiness,

Snatched away my crown.

Each night the vacant rooms slay me.

The mansion seized my happiness.

The fight in this unethical world is unending.

The sneaky monarch rules with grace.

I was born timid but time moulded me into loudmouth,

I don't like my hybrid reflection.

But that's what the natives demanded.

From the core of my heart I really miss my childhood days.

I search myself in the polluted jostling crowd.

Alas! I have lost my innocence,

A child don't judge,

A child don't boil in anger,

A child don't thunder with words.

Childhood is love it's a treasure,

And the child inside us should remain chirping forever.

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