#YearningEchoes.

I yearn and long
for impossible miracles
my childhood moments
both good and bad
which were all mostly golden
only the scoldings were bad.

Now I realise
the scoldings were for my good
they have shaped me
into what I am
otherwise I would have remained
like an indisciplined ram.

I yearn for the nights
under the stars
sleeping blissfully on the terrace
with no stress or worry
...