Playing game was more important even when chances of winning were slender...
that seesaw at the corner its memory never fades...
that big old mango tree its cool and soothing shades...
no clue of whats going on in the world but every small fight was a war...
that was the time worth living for that was the time worth living for...
just wish i could retain my childhood again...
play hide n seek with life or never get caught in chain chain.....
but i've realised life would never give me second round...
of living the time when i used to think 'MY WORLD IS MY PLAYGROUND'
Now i visit places each has its own face...
a face u can never trust and is always ready to play its ace...
these faces are wicked these faces are shrewd...
they don't even let you believe in you they are this much rude...
life now is much like seconds in clock..
no time to stop always tick tock tick tock...
i still search for seesaw at the corner but unfortunately i m educated enough to know that the world is round...
all i m missing is 'my' in this so called lyf...now...
'WORLD IS MY PLAYGROUND'....
