The rising sun, the smiling flowers;

The trudged feet, the sleepy eyes.

The chirpy birds, the playful wind;

The tired minds, the silent sighs.

The fresh air, the peaceful nature;

The disciplined lives, the sad faces;

The vacant fields, the lush greenery;

The burdened shoulders as time races.

The blue sky, the colorful rainbow;

The unfinished dreams, the mute cries.

The finished homework, the stunted brain;

This is how our childhood dies.



Here is the link to other amazing writings with the same prompt: Childhood


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