I MISS~

Being a kid, who fluttered around all day like a free butterfly!
Those delicacies served in a plate, full of love and care.
Being that fresh sapling who was watered with the most purest form of nectar.
Being loved, pampered in those warm laps, that welcomed eagerly.
Those days of creativity, flowing in a stream inside out of my mind.
Those enchanting songs of the larks, that woke me up fresh in morning.
Those school memories, that come upon in a flash.
Those recess and game times, which was my pursuit of happiness.
Those handmade paperplanes, made me dream of flying high to touch the sky.
Those stories of legends, that gave inspiration of achieving great!
Being a kid, who only wanted to be happy.

I miss being a child, who danced with a spark of hope in her eyes.

- AK-47