Poetic and Prosaic Writeups

The poem--  "The Juvenile Days" I truly get dumbfounded To look back at the days I had once, And to get them back again, I will not be given any chance. I do not burst into remorse, Knowing this outrageous fact well; If my soul tries to force, It would simply fail. First, to a nursery school, Then to a kindergarten one; Now, I just can’t mull How they all are gone. Whenever I take an expedition Down my memory lane, I do not receive anything But lots of pain. I become astonished to think How great those juvenile days were; But, all went away in a wink, Forever, forever, forever… Many hands in a lunchbox, Many children at a play, Always ready for others to coax, To be ever-happy, ever-gay. Am I having a perfect time? Does everything happen for good? Now, I yearn to get back to The days of my childhood.

The poem -- "Nostalgia" When I was a little kiddie, Of the school-going-age, I did not foster any malady, Neither any kind of outrage. I came to know about My own admission From my parents, Always full of deep compassion. I commenced to introduce myself To my little classmates; They are my childhood-friends, Unforgettable, even on present dates. All of us were so pure, All of us were so naive, That we all could endure Anything, not being grave.                                               Those great, sweet days, Full of cute memories, Bring teardrops in my eyes, To restore my lost glories. There was so much simplicity, There was so much cordiality; All went away with a sigh, With each waterfall in each eye. I have heard a song That each teardrop is a cascade; If it be true and long, It will bring back my lost decade. During then, we all