CHILDHOOD (POEM)

By Nahla Shabeer
                                                                    

CHILDHOOD




Through the whiff of green grass

And piled up toys

Happened the halcyon days

Of one’s life

Similar to a bird

Learning to flutter

Taking their first pace

Gambling with happiness

When spotting a bud bloomed

Into a beautiful flower

Was the happiest moment

When monsters were hidden

Under the beds

Little did we know

They were breathing right inside us

If given the chance

To walk back to something purloined by time

I would gaily walk back

To what we call childhood

The halcyon days of one’s life

                                        -NAHLA SHABEER



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