Remember your childhood dream
Full of naïve innocent believes.
That foolish stubbornness
And that naughty mischief.
The confidence of conquering everything
And not knowing what failure means.
When every effort was genuine
And every pain was temporary
And when love alone could fix all things.
But slow and steadily time slips
And eventually you realized
These all are nothing
But just made believe
Those dreams shattered
When met with harsh reality.
And with time you laugh
On your sheer stupidity.
He was also like some childhood dream.
Beautiful, carefree and full of promises.
Too good to be true.
And a delight to remember
Once you outgrew.
Beautifully written! Loved it.
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Thank you. Glad you liked it.
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Awww… this is a lovely poem. ❣️ Brings nostalgia feelings. 😊😊
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Thank you so much 💛💛
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Anything that’s too good to be true is anything but true
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Unfortunately this understanding comes late.
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It arrives when it must. Better late than never.
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I dont know. Maybe the sooner the better.
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Like it happens when we want it to 😅
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Haha..ye v point hai 😂
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Jo hai so hai 😛
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Q hai ye kisi ko pata nai 🥺
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Pata chalne sè Kya hoga? 😂
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Pata chalne se pehle hi bhaag lenge.. syape kum honge 😂
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Bhaagna bhi syaapa hi hai. 😏
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That depends kaha bhaagna hai 😛
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Kaha bhaagna hai?? 🤣
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Wo sab planned hai bas bhaagne ka courage chahiye 🙈
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Dhundo apne andar ka courage 😂😂
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Lol..trying 😔
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Share some with me if you manage to find any.
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For sure 😊
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Beautiful one..
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Thank you so much Athira. Glad you like it.
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Always welcome🙏🏻
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Beautifully written 💕
Don’t forget to Glee and spread Sparkles ✨
-Nani 💖
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Thank you. Glad you like it 💛
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❤️✨
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Very true……the reality of life!!
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Indeed. Thats how life teaches us so many things.
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Absolutely!!!
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Truth about life.
Nice poetry!
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Thank you so much. Glad you liked it.
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Pleasure! 🙏
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Reblogged this on B +Ve !!.
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Beautifully penned 💙
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Thanks Era. Hope you are doing well.
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Pleasure always 😊😊
I am good
Hoping the same for you 😀
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Yeah all good ☺️
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😊😊
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True words there. It’s always a mixed bag 🙂
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You got it right Radhika. Its a bitter sweet journey.
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…”And every pain was temporary
And when love alone could fix all things…”
This line so beautiful 😍😌🖤 loved the poem so much, so true
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Thank you so much Nehal. I really love when someone share what they like or which line they like in the post.
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My pleasure 🤗.
Yeah, that pleases me too 😁
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Yeshu, your poem beautifully expresses the realities of growing up. ❤ It's painful to have illusions shattered…time for new hopes and dreams. 🙂 Have a great week!
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Thank you so much Cheryl. Actually with time we understand and realize so much things.
You too have a great week ahead.
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I agree. 🙂
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Brilliant! 👏👏
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Thanks Rishika
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This is not a poem, but from deep within the heart of the soul. The worlds of dreams are yours, and no one can take them from you. They are yours to re-live when ever you call upon them. Take comfort in the gift of life. Our earth mother shows us from destruction comes beauty. The lesson that hurt most are the growing of your soul to reach out to others to help guide them in the hardest of times. There was a little boy who once upon a time dropped his nickel down a storm drain. He stood there looking into the drain with eyes filled with water. A man came up and stood beside the boy, and ask the boy why he was crying. When the boy told him the man said “your mistaken”….” it’s not in the drain… it’s turned into a quarter, and its right behind your ear.” The point is bad things can become good things when we learn how to look at things. There are pains, but it’s how we reflect on them. That little boy had a full bag of penny candy, and plenty to share with his friends. Take comfort when you become the teacher of your life lessons.
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Thank you so much for sharing such positive thoughts in such a simple manner. I agree it all depends upon perspective.
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😉 Welcome Your words whether your or a friend they were deep…
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Thanks. Glad you find it relevant.
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Beautiful poem! Anything that is too good to be true is never true! Growing up changes many believes and aspects of life.
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Thanks Nawazish. Actually a lot of things change with time for good and for bad.
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True, with experience our perspective change and thus the understanding of situations
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And that’s how slowly we lose our innocent self somewhere.
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So terse and beautifully sad
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Thanks. Beautifully sad..i like this sum up.
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My pleasure 🌼
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Beautiful..😇
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Thanks Harsh. Hope you are doing good.
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I am good Yeshu. How are you?
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All good too ☺️
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This is so relatable. We have so many dreams when we’re young, but they always seem to be crushed by reality. A beautiful piece 💛
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Thanks Wardah. Actually some dreams are too innocent to meet the reality.
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That’s so true… I miss being a child sometimes 😭
You’re welcome, take care! 💛
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So wonderfully written and expressed in your poem Yeshu. While childhood dreams provide a framework for looking ahead, we learn to grow and see what is true and what deserves our time and attention and what we have moved on from. Great job. ❤️ Cindy
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Thank you so much Cindy. You are absolutely right, with time we start looking ahead and past just becomes a bitter sweet memory.
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You’re so welcome! Sooo true! ❤️ Cindy
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Wonderful poetry 🙂💐
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Thank you.
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Yeshhhhhuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!
You leave me speechless everytime with your writing.
And this… it’s so profound. Sometimes while growing up we leave our innocent self behind. It got me so many things to think about. We will discuss that at our place ❤️
So many things to talk about.
I absolutely loved it Yeshhu.
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And you leave me speechless everytime you write my name like this ❤️
I am soooo happy you liked this piece. And yeah you have given me your feedback at our place. You are right sometimes such innocence don’t deserve a place in real life.
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Hahahahaa…that so many ‘uuuuuuu’ is reserved for youuuuu ❤️❤️
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Awweee ❤️❤️❤️
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Final verse (stanza?) = amazing! Love the way you turn the whole focus of the poem on its head! Have you written about ‘he’ before?
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Thanks. Glad you like the change of focus. No I guess its the first I am writing about ‘he’.
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I like looking into the depth of why people write poetry. Last week I wrote a 850+ word post explaining how/why I wrote a 7 line poem (that could have been expressed in 3 words). I’m like that, so forgive me if I seem to ask too many questions. 🙂
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Nah.. u didn’t ask too many questions. Rather I love to know what people think and what questions they have in mind once they go through the post.
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I love the rhythm of this one! It’s like putting a spell.
Toma 🦋 https://tomaruh.com
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Thank you so much. Glad you liked it.
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Wow this is just so beautiful! Lovely poem 😊💖
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Thanks Prerna. Happy you liked this post.
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Woah…awesome…the ending stole my heart away, girl…
Those first ones whether dreams, or people are often the stepping stones for things higher, and better. In the meanwhile keep scribbling away…🙌🤜🤛🙌
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Thank you.🤜🤛☺️
And you are right everything comes with a lesson and we learn how to move ahead.
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So beautiful… and nostalgic
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Thanks. Glad you like it.
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🙏💜🙏💜🙏💜🙏
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We all start out life with a sense of magic, as we grow we lose it. Your poetry highlights so well the heartbreak and pain. Gorgeous writing 💘
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Thank you Rishika.
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Lovely piece … children are truly the purest form of humans..a near image of God..
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Thanks. Yes their love, their dreams are innocent.
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This is beautiful poetry ❤
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Thanks. Glad you like it ☺️
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Awesome poem😀
I also wanna go back to childhood
But it’s impossible 🤩🤣
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Thank you Aparna. Childhood was indeed the best phase of life with not a single worry or care.
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🤗 True 😊
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