MEMORIES OF MY CHILD HOOD
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IT WAS MY MEMORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD
WHERE I'VE SPENT THE DAYS WITH JOY
NOTHING WAS WRONG AT THOSE MOMENTS
I FLEW ON THE SKY WITHOUT WINGS
MY DAD AND MOM ARE MY SWEET ENEMIES
WHO CARRIED ME IN THEIR EYES
THOUGH THEIR LOVE IS GREAT
THAT RESTRICTION WAS A BARRIER TO MY HAPPIES
MYSELF AND JANU PLAYED ON ROADS
BY ROLLING OURSELVES ON ROADS
I MIGHT BE COMMITED MANY WRONGS
ALL OF THEM WERE FORGIVEN BY MY BELOVED
THE DAYS OF THAT PAST
WHICH WERE PARADISE OF MY CHILD HOOD
WILL THEY COME ONCE AGAIN?
TO ENJOY THE CHILDHOOD SLANG
SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN AN INDIAN ENGLISH POET
Poetry by SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN
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Written on 2007-05-02 at 16:28
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MY SLANG OF MY PAST
MY SLANG OF MY PAST---------------------------
IT WAS MY MEMORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD
WHERE I'VE SPENT THE DAYS WITH JOY
NOTHING WAS WRONG AT THOSE MOMENTS
I FLEW ON THE SKY WITHOUT WINGS
MY DAD AND MOM ARE MY SWEET ENEMIES
WHO CARRIED ME IN THEIR EYES
THOUGH THEIR LOVE IS GREAT
THAT RESTRICTION WAS A BARRIER TO MY HAPPIES
MYSELF AND JANU PLAYED ON ROADS
BY ROLLING OURSELVES ON ROADS
I MIGHT BE COMMITED MANY WRONGS
ALL OF THEM WERE FORGIVEN BY MY BELOVED
THE DAYS OF THAT PAST
WHICH WERE PARADISE OF MY CHILD HOOD
WILL THEY COME ONCE AGAIN?
TO ENJOY THE CHILDHOOD SLANG
SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN AN INDIAN ENGLISH POET
Poetry by SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN
Read 538 times
Written on 2007-05-02 at 16:28
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