On the balcony
With my tea cup
How many times I have thought
Can’t I go back?
The day I played with the dust
Cooking rice dal with sand
My pots and pans
Were the coconut shells.
Can’t I go back?
My carefree student days
Coming from class
Throwing the books away
Gobbling the yummy things
Prepared by maa.
Can’t I go back?
Those lovey dovey days
Boys following girls
So many complains and
So many quarrels.
How I wish to seek
A mother’s womb again
To start afresh
Which I have lost
And they are now my past.
A wish to be a child again. Beautiful
Thank you so much.
Beautiful, loved the last lines
Thanks for liking.
Just beautiful
Oh how I wish the end lines could actually be true
Nostalgia
If only I could go back to those days!💚
Yes those carefree dsys
Beautiful.. Builds up a deep yearning for days gone by
😀thanks.