childhood

This poem is about one's memory of childhood

I remember the day
When my mother came all the way
Much against her will
To pick me up from the window sill
That was the scene when I was small
I did not like school at all

Getting up early to see the sun-rise
Was something worth paying any price
The redness of the sky looked amazing
Which, as a child, I kept on gazing
It filled me with a sense of wow!
As it does even now

Trekking on the mountains
Plucking flowers to make garlands
Getting up on the tree
To pick fruits for free
Are few of the things which I did
Not now, but when I was a kid.