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Eyes Of Innocence…

I want my eyes back,
Eyes of innocence…
A time when mom…
Tucked me in the bed,
Bed time stories she read,
Kissed me goodnight on my forehead,
Her voice like a lullaby at day’s end.
For every pain was only one cure,
A kiss on forehead was a medicine sure.
My best mate my first best friend you are…
This I realized only when from you I went far.
There should be a way to go back in the past,
A childhood being a period forever to last…

© 2012 Pimmi Nag