Flashes of fear arises as death draws nigh
I try to cast aside those incidents
Yet it clings at heart as an accident.
I recall when i fell short of things off and on
To get a coin, it was so hard
Then i felt irate for it was not enough
Perhaps I had never grasped their mess.
It was a ritual in juicy season
Lads yearn for flowers to sprout
Restlessly plucking those strawberries and haws
We vied who could collect more.
Then those school hours
And I remember no good little captains
Children they cowed at leisure
It seemed naught could alter their disposition.
Every so often I got school late
Then with my friends
We had lunch in the way
And began our boundless mischief.
On the way home walnut play was our best loved
Children they stone at anything they come across
And we fought over small matters
Possibly I was one among them who did no good.
Saturday was our running day
Yet a joyful day which I often wish
Sent home early we relished in the jungle
We either chased birds or collected mushrooms.
At one time with my pal I enjoyed the chat
How we had a great time together
Talking what is afore us-the thrill and the misery
And we dreamed of good wife and life.
Now I bid farewell to those childhood days
Days forever gone, memory intact in my heart
Feeling gushes down, not a minute peace
Our existence is just a mixture of joys and sorrows.
By Ngajay Tshering.Photo source:google
