I wish to go back to my childhood

To be careless and even wild

Dance in the rains, soar with the wind

Make paper boats to float on the waterlogging

I want to feel morning dew under my bare feet

Greet the rising sun

Go flower picking in the gardens and fields

And fall in love once again

Now that I have matured and aged with time

My heart remains still young inside

God I would like to live my life free

With no burden, worries or strife

What is age, anyways, but a number?

You can be eight or eighty, it doesn’t matter

When your eyes are constantly filled with wonder

There is no age limit to be free to consider

by Susmita Mukherjee