Childhood Nostalgias

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Those memories of my girl-hood still lingers in my heart

Every symbol driving me to the cart of my past

Recalling the moments spent in joy and tranquility

Being so young to worry for any type of extremity

I wish I could travel back and restart the old part

 Because Everything thing has evolved

The appearances, the emotions, the thoughts

The joy and the mischievousness is lost

And I am stuck finding what it had cost

All you need to do now is to stay undissolved in this world full of chaos

                                                                - Aesthetic pens-

Comments

  1. Unknown3 June 2021 at 11:19

    This poem forced me to recall my entire Past. Thanks to you.

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  2. Unknown3 June 2021 at 11:23

    I wish I could go back to ma Childhood. Excellent.

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  3. Rukhsana Ayub3 June 2021 at 12:15

    your writing is beautiful

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  4. Unknown3 June 2021 at 12:18

    👍👍

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  5. Unknown3 June 2021 at 12:18

    excellent

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  6. Sidrah Amin3 June 2021 at 12:21

    Absolutely wow👏👏

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  7. Shafiqa shah3 June 2021 at 12:30

    Wish we could go back 🙃

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  8. Saira Sakhi3 June 2021 at 12:36

    Time flies...
    Only memories are left to cherish!

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  9. Qandeel zaman3 June 2021 at 12:43

    this really took me back to the golden times
    all thanks and appreciations to you
    you deserve a salute darling

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  10. Zara3 June 2021 at 12:56

    I must say this is really outstanding. Childhood memories are the timeless treasures of the heart.

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  11. Anonymous3 June 2021 at 13:03

    Nostalgia hitting harddddddddd!

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  12. Sam The Dreamer3 June 2021 at 13:14

    Stupendous! Reading this made me nostalgic about my own childhood, and believe me, that is a first!

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  13. Unknown3 June 2021 at 16:38

    🤙👌👍

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  14. Unknown3 June 2021 at 19:14

    ❤️❤️❤️

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  15. Iqra3 June 2021 at 22:38

    Loved this!

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  16. Khizra5 June 2021 at 11:56

    Greattt

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  17. Unknown7 June 2021 at 09:48

    Great

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