The Childhood Home
Memories of a happy time, Come flooding to my mind, A noisy, playful bunch of kids, A home, one of its kind. Together we would always be, While we ran around, Playing hop-scotch and football, On tree-tops, we could be found. The evenings would draw us, Indoor for some fun games, While we teased and tricked, Each guy and dame. Years down the lane, The ground now lies bare, The laughter and noise is missing, No one seems to care. Some things in life, Are better left unchanged, The home of my childhood, Untouched, by sands of time. - Tathheer Fathima M.