I missed everything that was connected

It never flooded mind and affected

Yet occupied most of the time

Tears may role out from eyes sometimes

Today we are fully grown up

Be always ready on feet and jump

As life has remained a great challenge

Sometime proving difficult and hard to mange

I missed childhood street plays

When we used to run all over the ways

In rain to rush and have dance in showers 

Friends will also run after and follow

How to forget class rooms and colleagues?

Secretly managing all answers and clues

Without the knowledge of class teacher

All notorious guys throwing arrows and playing archers

Mother to run after carrying the food dish

With annoyance and love requesting to finish

But not listening to her and proving difficult

Beaten by stick then with little of insult

Memory passes like film trailer

One after one scene reminds of failures

How I was to prove weak at studies?

All types of taunts from friends and neighborhood ladies

Everything looks like happy journey with lone passenger

Nothing seems hostile in life with any kind of danger

Yet those days remained crucial with bleak future ahead

I was to prove able man when time came to lead

Today I am somewhere on the front line

Managing country’s defense and life line

All loop holes to be plugged in times to come

Memory forces me to smile and welcome

How was I careless and known notorious child?

How all the family members was nice and very kind?

I was taken care of all the demands

Even though punished sometimes in open sky to stand

I wished all the children same

From whatever background they came

They were the loved ones and liked

Sometimes might have been beaten and disliked

I loved each and everything connected with childhood

How people will come and complain about me from neighborhood?

I failed to understand at that time why where they irked for nothing?

One thing was sure that we were all trouble shooters and certainly did something

I have rifle by my side but not at all detracted

I have taken up the position and almost inspected

Some movement across the border is seen with naked eyes

Yet memory hunts to invade me with all its force

By heart I am still child and careless

All innocence not gone yet on the face

I try to become child and slip into sweet memory

Every human being deserves some place and is quite necessary