a child in me..

often in my solitude and in serene atmosphere..

i search for my childhood..

innocent smiles and harmless tears..
days of no worries..and no fears..

i tune my nostrils to absorb..
the lost fragrances of childhood

and the ears to hear..
the lost voices of childhood
and memories...

where i lived with nameless grass…
nameless plants...
and their nameless flowers...

with nameless colours...
i painted strange figures on my walls..

i played with ants..
and nameless insects...

i ran after..
nameless colorful butterflies...

i lived in shrubs..
as if in a wild forest..
without name..
without words..

being lost in childhood
is nothing but a meditation..

a child in me speaks...
to a child in you..