Childhood


Take away my fortune 

Take away my fame 

Snatch away my youth from me 

But return me the spring of my childhood play 

 

The paper boat I used to play 

A bucket full of the winter’s rain 

Running out with friends so sweet 

In the sweetness of the summer’s heat 

 

To catch the birds, cuckoo and butterflies 

You can’t forget even if you try 

Those small moments and the long fairy tales 

The sandcastles swept by the waves 

 

The old story-lady, everyone’s ‘granny’ 

Wrinkles around her eyes reading her ages 

The eyes which still dream everyday 

Dream of those days of the childhood plays 

 

Take away my fortune 

Take away my fame 

Snatch away my youth from me 

But return me the spring of my childhood play 

(Inaccurate thematic translation of a famous hindi gazal ‘kagaz ki kasti’ by Jagjit Singh)

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