By Alma Neha Lugun
In the garden of memories where time's run wild
There's a precious collection I held dear all while.
The innocent laughter so carefree and wild ,
The magic of a childhood and mystery delight.
Running through fields, under a sky so blue,
With scraped-up knees and hearts pure and true.
A simple delight in each day's new find,
In that innocent world and unburdened mind.
The world was a playground, adventure untamed,
In the glow of the sunset, friendships were framed.
Oh, the joy of those days, I'll cherish each mile,
In the gallery of memories, that childhood smile of mine…