Give back my handsome past
Where joys in plenty do they last
Give back my laughing childhood
Where under the sky playing once I stood.
I want to be a kid that naughty child
Where the world though seems so mild.
Far from the world,
Your future worries,
Where you have no appointment hurries
Where affection you greatly filch
For you, where love and smile is milch.

O! My dear child,
You are one of that fortunate
Who is considered, as God is great!
Where with love you have a bond
Where life seems as a clean lotus pond.
Where all time you play and sing
For you where the merry bells ring
Where in your dictionary,
You do not have the word sorrow.
Where happiness and kisses only you borrow.
O! Give back me this beautiful past,
Where my joys have they lost.

O child! With your innocent face
You see this damn world in grace.
Where of society you need not care.
Where of punishment you do not fear.
Where you used to lie in your mother’s lap
And have a full of sweet dreams nap.
Now at youth, we cannot do so
As for them, big we grow.
Where on your face, smiles you carry
For you, where life is for playing and being merry.
O! Give back me that playful past.
Where my joys in smother, have they lost.