Give me back my childhood ,
childhood of ten year old , of innocence ,
playing in the roads , visiting temples ,
listening to parents , to get the ragi , akki ,
godi kalu , to the grinder shop , to get them ,
into powder .

Powder for making chapati , akki rotti , ragi
mudde , for breakfast and lunch , hand grinding the wet rice , in the stone pounder
for making dosa , idli batter , along with my mother and aunt , lighting the wood or charkol , for fire to heat the tava or cooking .

Give me back my childhood days of innocence , in decorating the place for placing Ganesha , with flowers , garland of flowers , lighting the mandap with on and off garland of bulbs .

Give me back my childhood days of innocence and laughter , in the school , getting drenched in pouring rain , legs kicking the pool of rain water in the muddy roads , returning back to home .

Give me back my childhood days of innocence , bending my head , to wipe out the rain water from the thick dark hairs , by my mother or aunt .

So many memories and memories , pleasent ones , with sisters , brothers , mother and aunt , place of joy , happiness and mischief ,
where has it all gone , gone for ever .

GONE ARE THOSE DAYS , IN TIME ZONE .
mk