Memories of Childhood

Oh, dear friend,
I'm filled with joy, remembering
Our childhood days spent together.
We'd walk to school,
Chatting and laughing,
and pick flowers from the
hedge to adorn our hair.

When I got pricked by a thorn,
you showed concern,
like a mother would.
We'd study together,
trying to outdo
each other in getting better grades.

During recess,
we'd run around the playground,
and when the PT master
Told us to exercise,
We'd pretend to do so.

During class, we'd doze off,
and even when our mothers
sent us lunch,
We'd refuse to eat.

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© Writer Sindhu Bhargava