A breeze has ruffled the neat hedges
of the sweet memories of my childhood:
Somewhere deep in my feeble heart
l desire to go back in time
and become a kid again.
I desire to go back to those days
when I was innocent,
carefree and free-spirited.
I long for those great times
when I was young and silly;
when I lacked guilt,
when I loved justice,
and my heart and mind
knew of no crime,
or wrongdoing.
I want to rekindle
those seasons of my childhood
when there was no stress,
no tension, no pressures
and no expectations.
I hunger to go back to
those days of my childhood
when my world was free from gossip,
manipulation and back stabbing;
when I didn’t know what words
like jealousy, hatred and tribalism meant.
I desire to re-live
those childhood moments
when I had faith in people
whom I called friends
and life was so peaceful,
beautiful and joyful.
I yearn for those
once upon a time reflections,
and wonder why I decided to grow up;
to have my innocence stolen;
that innocence that made me
seldom fret about the future.
I thirst for the simplicity,
and lack of knowledge,
back in my younger days
before it was spoiled by earthly affairs.
But again
wishes are not horses;
and hence
my simple childhood dreams and desires
remain broken, shattered and unfulfilled.
