Lekhny composition -17-Feb-2022
I was told when I get older
All my fears would shrink
But now I'm insecure
And I care what people think
Wish we could turn back time
To the good old days
When our momma sang us to sleep
But now we're stressed out
Sometimes a certain smell will
Take me back to when I was young
How come I'm never able to identify
Where it's coming from?
It'd be to my brother, 'cause we have the same nose
Same clothes, homegrown
The stone's throw from a creek we used to roam
But it would remind us of when
Nothing mattered
Out of student loans and treehouse homes
We all would take the latter
Used to play pretend
Give each other different names
We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away
Used to dream of outer space
But now they're laughing at our face singing
"Wake up, you need to make money"
Zakirhusain Abbas Chougule
23-Feb-2022 12:25 AM
Very nice described about childhood to younger !
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Punam verma
18-Feb-2022 09:15 AM
Nice
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