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Missing Pieces
3rd June 2015

I miss being a kid

When things were pure and simple

I miss not being stressed

And laughing hard after every cry

I miss those sunday mornings,

Where waking up to cartoons was termed fulfilling

I miss those innocent days

Where complications had no place

I miss eating however much I wanted 

Without a second thought

I miss being careless about attire or hair

And play in the mud to my heart's content.

I miss those winds in my hair

Which were felt with the excitment while swinging on the swing

I miss being just me

Where what others say was never a serious issue.

But what I miss most of all 

Is the time that seemed to never run out.

Poem by Anita Tejwani
Anita Tejwani
Comments (1)

good one :d
20th August 2016