I wish I could be six again... a poem

When one lost pencil
was my biggest worry
I wish I could be six again
to enjoy losing the small things

 A scribble on a piece of paper
-my most cherished treasure
I wish I could be six again
so I could appreciate those riches

 A friend's sad expression
was enough to make me sob
I wish I could be six again
so I could feel freely again

 Excitement of school picnic
would keep me awake
I wish I could be six again
to have those first experiences again

 My small, secure family
was my world
I wish I could be six again
and not know to ask for more

Comments

  1. chaostosilence10 November 2014 at 09:41

    That world was small but always full with happiness of its kind. Great read.

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    1. Nimi Arora24 November 2014 at 00:17

      Thanks a lot...
      The tragedy is that by the time we understand the beauty of childhood, we have long lost it...

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  2. Davinder Kaur10 November 2014 at 14:04

    One wishes to feel so secure in life ...as most of our's childhood.

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    1. Nimi Arora24 November 2014 at 00:17

      Security and unconditional love... the grants of a happy childhood!

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  3. Yogi Saraswat24 November 2014 at 12:27

    Everyone in his world have the same wish

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    1. Nimi Arora24 November 2014 at 13:30

      I assume so... it does seem to be the answer to making life simple and happy and innocent...

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  4. Tomichan Matheikal24 November 2014 at 19:29

    If only none of us ever had to grow up :)

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  5. Kokila Gupta26 November 2014 at 09:53

    Beautiful !
    specially the biggest worry ..so true :(

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    1. Nimi Arora23 January 2015 at 23:43

      Thanks...
      Bringing up one's own kids puts these things in better perspective, right? :)

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  6. Cheryl-Lynn Roberts28 November 2014 at 20:05

    And then we grow up but can be blessed by seeing the world through our children's eyes or our nephews and nieces:)

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    1. Nimi Arora23 January 2015 at 23:44

      Exactly what I just wrote in the comment above, Cheryl-Lynn. It's like experiencing childhood from a distance, but appreciating it more... :)
      Thanks!

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