I want to go back to the time
when Getting High meant on a swing
when Drinking meant Orange Juice
when Dad was the only hero
when love was mom’s hug
when dad’s shoulder was the highest place on earth
when your worst enemies were your siblings
when the only thing that could hurt were skinned knees
when the only things broken were toys
and when goodbyes only meant “till tomorrow”…
I want to go back to that time..
I also want to go back when writing 100 words more difficult than drafting a 300 mail these days….I want to go back when I was pampered…. I want to go back when nothing hurt… I want to go back to the time when everything was for just fun….I want to go back when nothing was serious….
I’m really feeling nostalgic today after few incidents and this poem added to those emotions….
nice one !!
good one Ashish…