To A 'My'stery ride

Curse and boon!

In CHILDHOOD,
Thorns filled cactus smelled like daffodil.
Sun that burnt us seemed like a power booster.
Wounds gave a sweet pain.
Broken toys turned to new dolls.
Everyone were treated like full moon instead of eclipses.
Words was exchanged with blind trust.
Non living things were treated with lives.
Time was amused with fun.
Love was shared equally.
Hearts was filled up with pure love.
Minds was a milky way with no threads.
Touched hands were filled with care.

But now,
A beautiful rose is seen as thorn.
Sun over our heads started stabbing.
Happy memories turned to wounds.
New dolls are now thrown because of rust.
Every good person was is getting treated as an option.
Even the air breathe was hard to exchange.
Now time was amuses with mobile.
Love was shared on status and stories instead of heart to heart.
Minds are now filled with corrupted deeds.
Touches now feel like they aren't even worth.

Now there is a lot  difference between living and surviving. Don't always survive but but live. Live with ethics and good deeds with a child within us!