My Childhood

When nothing seems to work out,
I look back,
And talk to my childhood

The eyes capable of dreaming to the infinity,
The heart with immense power to stand for the truth,
The soul with exquisite purity,
The attitude to conquer the world,
The same child is still inside me

Let the child breathe again,
Let the storm rage again,
The support I seek from the world,
Has to arise from within again…

– Priya Soni

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