I have desire to pause the time,
And went to the memories of my childhood,
The life which is full of colours,

Being carefree is the aim,
For that sweet child,
To afford a mistake,
It's like piece of cake,

But now the days are gone,
As I grown up, my own,,
Life is full of responsibilities and stress,,
Under the pressure and tension our mind is depressed.,

For playing the rhythm of mine,
I need to ask..may I.,
The child who is carefree now pressed under the dark cloud light.

That child who can...