I'm missing the little me, the little one,
the innocent eyes which was never left alone,
the tight hugs which meant that no one could ever hurt me,
the broken parts are now asking me to let them free,
the knowledge of world wasn't there,
the life was never about being fair,
it was a time where nothing could go wrong,
I thought chota beam was the only one who was strong,
it was a time when enjoying minute things were...