Hear do I peals of unfeigned laughter melting away in the distance,
Surpassing the most joyous expressions of mirth after all constraint riddance.
Witness I on closing my eyes, fleeting images several,
Conjure up an inimitable gaily childish prance, ephemeral.
An ineffable yearning engulfs me as I sink into my long lost childhood,
Of, wish I never come out even if I could.
Long I for that unrestrained laugh, to smile that angelic unblemished smile,
Enough to melt an iron heart, stretching a half a mile.
Ache I to unabashed cry that infantile cry, wash away my sorrow in a pool of tears,
Light as a feather is child's soul that no such burden bears.
Wish I to fall into one of those serene deep slumbers, a care not of the worldly grind,
For "Ignorance is Bliss" suits none better than the childhood mind.
The see-through peerless hearts, so easy to please, so easy to impress,
Spontaneous was any response, discretion was an ability a child never learnt to express.
Unbridled was the mind, uncluttered as it experimented on everything under the sun,
Restless would it be till accomplishment of set task was done.
Miss I the then lack of any materialistic accountability,
Our lexicon then, a little too small to accommodate any "responsibility".
Afraid are we now so express open our true feelings,
Repressing it to our own discomfort, is my inkling.
Lost where is the joy, impulsiveness, innocence of childhood?
Is that price we have paid for gaining so defined adulthood?
Hidden it is in the deepest and yet most accessible vault in the natural self,
Failed have you to release the child locked within thyself.
Spread its wings and eager to soar unrestrained, clamors the child us within,
Set it free and let the joys of childhood once again begin.
However old physically or mentally feel you may, always remember this part,
The key to never eternal happiness is to remain forever "A Child at Heart".
Surpassing the most joyous expressions of mirth after all constraint riddance.
Witness I on closing my eyes, fleeting images several,
Conjure up an inimitable gaily childish prance, ephemeral.
An ineffable yearning engulfs me as I sink into my long lost childhood,
Of, wish I never come out even if I could.
Long I for that unrestrained laugh, to smile that angelic unblemished smile,
Enough to melt an iron heart, stretching a half a mile.
Ache I to unabashed cry that infantile cry, wash away my sorrow in a pool of tears,
Light as a feather is child's soul that no such burden bears.
Wish I to fall into one of those serene deep slumbers, a care not of the worldly grind,
For "Ignorance is Bliss" suits none better than the childhood mind.
The see-through peerless hearts, so easy to please, so easy to impress,
Spontaneous was any response, discretion was an ability a child never learnt to express.
Unbridled was the mind, uncluttered as it experimented on everything under the sun,
Restless would it be till accomplishment of set task was done.
Miss I the then lack of any materialistic accountability,
Our lexicon then, a little too small to accommodate any "responsibility".
Afraid are we now so express open our true feelings,
Repressing it to our own discomfort, is my inkling.
Lost where is the joy, impulsiveness, innocence of childhood?
Is that price we have paid for gaining so defined adulthood?
Hidden it is in the deepest and yet most accessible vault in the natural self,
Failed have you to release the child locked within thyself.
Spread its wings and eager to soar unrestrained, clamors the child us within,
Set it free and let the joys of childhood once again begin.
However old physically or mentally feel you may, always remember this part,
The key to never eternal happiness is to remain forever "A Child at Heart".
