Recalled the golden days of my childhood
when wishing upon shooting stars was natural,
Instantaneously a quilt of nostalgia concealed me;
As I thought of the mango tree, my pal so phenomenal.
Yeah, the branches were my bed and couches,
In the drowsy passing afternoons of sweltering May,
Even they act as ideal shelves for my rhyme books, #writingfingers#yqwf#swet_a#swet_n_poem#wfchildhoood
