Wish I could go back
to my celestial childhood,
bounteous joy and innocence
without a single responsibility.
But the fleeting time never allows anyone
to savour the poised charm of childhood
and fill it with duty.
While the jubilant faces
of a school-going bus suddenly stop
before my hectic, exhausting ways;
they remind me of my own golden days
Visualizing the full-fledged freedom
like a kite
immediately comes the morbid boredom
No longer the euphoric harmony
I find, nor even the enrapturing bliss,
now only the excruciating pangs of monotony
make me feel hellish.