A SPOTLESS DESIRE

Cone-shaped baskets tied to secret wires,

Tiny tots seated in thrilling attires.

Moving from east to west, in a round form,

Sugary frozen drops swirl like a storm.

Kids playing, splashing with snow balls of tang,

Pilfering yumm strawberry fudge from the gang.

I wish I could have Doraemon's gadget,

To put luscious candies in the budget.

Excitement churns, hoping a dream come true,

Abundant ice-cream always appears few.

ENFANCE SOUVENIRS

Screaming, crying to reach the class,

Little hands shook, to hold the glass.

Those days were full of life,

Playing "Fire in the Mountain" in group of five.

Giggling, laughing, filled the scenario,

Singing, dancing and playing the piano.

Those days were full of life,

No awkwardness, when one would be the husband 

and other would be the wife.

Studying nicely and scoring good grades,

Girls coming to school in neat braids.

Those days were full of life,

When everyone wants to learn to drive.

Chatting,fighting were the compulsory tasks,

Each birthday celebrated with colorful masks.

Those days were full of life,

When no one fears how to dive.