If Only

If only I could get back those days,

Where, my hungry tummy saw my

Innocent eyes searching for my mother;

Where bruises showed up on my knees every

Alternate day, on account of falls at the playground.

Those bruises, today I realize, hurt much

Less than the nostalgia at present. Those 

Unforgettable rainy days, where packed in

A sack like yellow raincoat, I would go to school.

How I wish those days were mine again!

If only "baba" again could pretend to be a horse,

On whom, I would ride and go about the house.

If only I could mix flour and water together

In a bowl, to feed my dolls every night.

If only I could fall again and just bruise my

Knees, with my dreams intact. If only,

Fall was measured as a physical fall still.

If only I could again rush to "baba" to get my shoes polished.

If only I could again play with my kitchen set.

If only "maa" made me tea every evening.

How I wish those day were back!