A tender reflection on the golden days of childhood,
Through vivid memories of paper boats, kites, and festive joy, the poem captures both the sweetness of remembrance and the quiet pain of knowing that those moments can never return.

“Whispers of Childhood”

My heart still remembers
the village of my childhood,
the shade of the old banyan tree,
mischievous friends,
muddy feet,
and paper boats drifting on rain-fed streams.

It stirs again—
to play with sticks and balls,
to roll an old tire down dusty lanes,
to fly paper kites chasing the wind.

My soul still longs—
to be drenched in monsoon rain,
to dance in the colors of Holi,
to sip bhaang with laughter echoing around.

The whispers of childhood,
the faces of friends—
they still live quietly in my heart.

Yes, I remember
those golden, carefree days…
but alas, my friends,
no road leads back there,
Yes, village sleeps only in memory.

(Vijay Verma)
 www.retiredkalam.com

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