The memories that can never be created again
the place that can never be the same again
the path that never can be followed again
in fact, we never be turned into a child again
but it all can be achieved only through memories
that we’ve created by revisiting the childhood….
the first memory comes to my mind
when I had a thought of childhood
is falling down on the roadside
crashing my forehead on the ground
which was filled with sand and stones
for the first time, my blood tasted my native sand…..
it was a pride moment for my blood
but a painful moment for my head
tears also joined the moment with my blood
carried away by my mother’s bless-full hands
to a doctor who had a magical wand
that looks like a syringe which gave me an antibiotic….
had an another moment at my lower kinder garden
where I was the every teacher’s burden
imagined my little belt as a poisonous snake
scared the people in my class by a little shake
never wanted to sleep after the lunch
but faked it so the teachers never got a hunch……
another moment was the award-winning moment
where I walked on the watery steps on my front foot
wearing my sister’s cut-shoe all day long
got slipped from the 20th step at the evening
reached the bottom withing second after the falling
got banged my back of the head throughout the fall……..
never realized the flow of blood till my mom saw
had four stitches on the back of my head
but the front foot walk never disappeared
until today’s age, i always have that walk
every day I cross the path I tend to revisit my childhood
which never leaves my mind till my time ends……….