In wanders of the wandering minds,
Thy often wonder how it would be to feel on an innocent child or it's simple dreams,

There is no threat to the living,
Thy living with glints moony and twinkling Zephyr, no rays of sunlight bring shoulders of commitment,
Oh! How do you dwell in blossoms of folds, running behind gusts of kites to play of pebbles to hold,

My heart wanna scramble on daydreams to the sanity of those days, there was a self woven thoughts of how it would be a grown-up to puberty,
As time rolled down dusty gaily clad decades and awareness to the selfish human race breed struck mindset from the marathon of touching roads to success competing in dollar competition washed off the gates of innocence,

Today as Pandemic shivers the present era transparency of emotions prevail
on prickling thoughts seeking attention as to,
"Where are you lost a naive you,"
Longing and cherishing the hazy memories of daisy dews,

If only could upbeat time to walk on those lost alleys, staying rear on bygone day.
© Soni Mirchandani