Are dear to us
Why old memories are so dear to us?
Why do we believe in it and trust?
Do we think we were truly associated/?
Was our action at that time stood related?
These all factors drive us to the conclusion
Some of them may find true inclusions
Some of them may speak very badly
We may rethink over it and feel sadly
It is just rewinding of film reel
You have only to recollect and feel
You may look fool and expect some pity
Yet you laughed it out on your ability
It is village, town and even your friends
They all played important part to make the ways to mend
You were afraid of loosing honor in village
As people were pardoning you because of age
You were doing all nonsense and were fearing parents outbursts
The joy was not to be there for long time or to last
It was some camouflage action that was saving you from backlash
These all incidences may occupy most of the mind and flash
Well it is all meant for great treasure
One may feel great about it and can’t measure
The happiness and joy enjoyed at that time
But now it resurfaces again and wonders you sometimes
Everybody may expect and wish the childhood to return
That happiness has stayed back without any concern
Now no one may remind about it and fire
You are sole judge to decide and offer any satire
It is nice to feel donkey in isolation
A term very appropriate in relation
One would wonder what would have happened!
If something was not done or should have been
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