Childhood is such fun,
When everything is on a  run.
Worries are no more,
And fun is always at roar.
Days are scheduled by others,
And nothing really bothers.
Life stretches around the bubbles,
And there are no traces of rubbles..
Getting pampered is a daily routine,
Spanks add up to the regular protein.
Study time is so cumbersome,
Excuses come just wonder some.
Every act is judged innocently,
And everything is done complacently.
Being a child is envy to all,
As there is literally nothing to take a call.
Archana Mulgund Chappar. 

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