My childhood days take me back to the makeshift burrow made of tall grasses,
Amidst the green orchard that lay by my house.
My childhood days take me back to the shining water stream from where we drank,
The tranquil sound of the clear water still resounds in my ears.
My childhood days take me back to the tiny flour mill that fascinated us,
As we watched the mill churn the brown roasted barley grains into white flour.
My childhood days take me back to the times when we dashed uphill towards the monastery,
As we filled the fields with our songs and our laughter while we raced.
My childhood days take me back to the brook where we laid down by the edge of the green grass,
All we did there was try and pick up our favourite pebbles with our mouth.
My childhood days take me back to my tiny friends,
From whom I learnt to shoo a cow and chase the sheep if they went astray.
My childhood days take me back to the place I call home,
The place where I was born.
My childhood days will never come back,
but they are etched beautifully in my mind.
I hope every little soul gets the chance to run free,
To live alive, to experience all that is full of innocence 'coz
Happy childhood memories is all that a four year old would wish for.