The Days of Early Childhood: A Song

The days of early childhood,
The days when life was kind.
The days of early childhood,
I will never ever find.

Now the sun never rises;
Now the moon never shines.
Now the sun never rises,
There’s no gold left in the mines.

The birds that sang have left me.
The flowers have ceased to bloom.
The birds that sang have left me.
I’m living in an awful gloom.

The days of early childhood,
The days when life was kind.
The days of early childhood,
I will never ever find.



[© These lines are the exclusive intellectual property of Lakshmi Raj Sharma and may not be used without his permission]