My Childhood diaries speak a lot,
How naughty a kid I was.
Boundless were my tiny thoughts,
No reason or no cause.
I had broken many a glass,
Many a toy I ruined.
I vexed my teachers in the class,
Like a whirling wind.
Though I pestered people harsh,
Though I fooled around.
They had always loved my scars,
Ignorant of the bound.
My naughty days of childhood life,
Still do make me smile.
Here I am a man of strife,
Crossing all those miles.
Special moments we do count,
Naughty phase of life.
We do grow up paramount,
Amid unending gripe.
#Naughty
