A Boy Of 6

“

That was my own reflection

different face but similar expression

a boy probably of six

came asking for his ball

which has came into my house

through the wall

I didn’t knew the boy

But the smile was something familiar

this was something similar to mine

that’s how smiles any child of 6 year

”

Ashish suddenly stopped while writing the piece for his article. He was not getting the next line to continue. So while writing about the boy of six, he got up, went to the drawer and opened it. He took out a picture of a young kid, playing and smiling. He remembered his childhood. Being a small kid. With those carefree expressions on face, everything just emerged in front of him as a film. He was smiling while looking at his young days picture.

“How cheerful and full of life was I and now…” his smile changed to tears while looking at the picture.

Ashish Kumar, a young writer, who writes for a daily journal on readers’ choice of topic. Today he’s writing something randomly and it came as the feelings suppressed by the fantasies written by him. He remembered how he used to live in the moment when he was a young boy.

“At that time everything looked so easy. Nothing looked complex.” he thought and this gave him next lines of his writing piece.

“

I have seen that time

when everything was easy

to this time

when everything is fussy

”

He again went to a memory tour as soon as he has written this. He thought how good those days were when love was from parents and pain was of injury. Compared to now, when love is with somebody else and pain is of the separation from your loved ones. Those days when you have no responsibilities over you. A time when you can do whatever you want. No restrictions. In younger age, every child thinks of growing up and enjoying but as age grows, we realize that best time was the one that has just passed. Now, those earlier days looked so pleasing compared to the present one. He wanted that time back. He wanted to be a kid again. To do those naughty acts again. To again enjoy his childhood.

“

Those were the days

when love from parents

and pain of injury

were the only definition of love and pain

and was no fear of name and fame

Oh I want those days back

to play and enjoy all day

with no restriction in way

May it happen on someday

Those days come back the way

To again laugh and play

to get that unconditional love back

to get those moments back

”