The Childhood
About This Poem: 'The Childhood' is a written portrayal about the immensely relatable memories of our innocent yet mischievous phase of life called the childhood.
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The Childhood
When I was in three
I chose the park instead of TV
Children came with families
We all galloped like fleas
Common were the wounds on knees
To swings and ride we deemed
To grab the ball we leaned
Fights and friendship was our
creed
Daily matches were the premier
league
Creativity was imposed on
sheets
Parents taught how to greet
Slowly learnt how to write neat
Best part was to stand up ‘n’
read
Our maths project was table of
three,
In assembly lines to lead
Was like the leader of Nazis,
It thrilled to roar someone
“freeze”
There was no comparison to our
riding skills
Riding a locked bike at a speed
of nil
A different competition with
girls was the trend
Every new student was my best
friend
Eating the new bought ice cream
at night
And Picking up an unowned
pencil was my heist
New toys were indeed
For more chocolates I greed
We mastered in making crease
The only pose I knew was
‘cheez’
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Weapons by copy paper in hand
Much believed can chop any
gland
Learnt to ask politely ‘please’
I felt like a bidder when I
asked
“Whose pencils are these?”
Never knew to attend school,
needed fee
Held the class register with a
glee
Small punch was enough for
dreadful shriek
Every day was a marvelous treat
Felt elder while holding a cup
of tea
Grand Thief Auto was full on
cheats
From tensions my mind was free
I knew there’s a Bruce Lee in
me,
Doing weird crawling on bed
Thought now I can join army
The title given to me was ‘Dheet’
Of course in doing mischiefs
I was an elite
That’s how I remember my
childhood
"A fine innocent grin on a
child’s face
Is the art carved on a piece of
wood
Live your childhood like again
you never would
Coz friend, you’ll not always
long with the same hood"
-Vyom
Singh Rajpoot
Happy Children's Day!
to all the children present in us somewhere lost in the corners which needs to be revived! to be blatantly bold and freed!
The Tale Behind This: A poem i composed as a early 8th grader. When my family had just shifted to a new place. At the time I was unpacking our cartons I discovered my childhood album, where particularly this special photograph of my class reminded me of our playtime and the nostalgic roller coaster of emotion blended with me entirely exhausted! Gave me a spark to poeticize about it the next day.
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