I miss my innocence
When I thought clouds were made of ice cream
When of toffees and chocolate I would dream
When I thought there were little people inside the TV set
When I played “house” under the mosquito net
When I thought my dad was a super hero
When in front of mom I could a tantrum throw
When I thought Santa Claus was a truth
When I actually believed that the fairy took my tooth
When I thought if I ate seed, a tree would grow
from my tummy
When the only gambling I knew of, was playing rummy
When I thought lying would make my nose grow bigger
When my tears would spring from eyes at the slightest
trigger
When I thought teachers were next to God
When I never knew there was something called fraud
When I thought my big brother was a dude
When I had no clue about any family feud
When I thought my friends were my life
When life was a fairytale without any strife
When I thought everyone lives happily ever after
When every journey was an adventure
God, why did I grow up?
Why did my innocent dreams break?
Why did I become a realist?
Can I be a child again, for heaven sake?
