If I met my seven year old self today
What would I tell him,
What would I say ?
Would I warn him about the future,
Or the bad things about to come?
Or would I leave him be naive
To keep having fun?
Because my seven year old self
Believed the world a perfect place,
Would he recognise himself
When he will look into face?
Even though I have learned so much more
And fourteen years have passed since then
But I would give everything I have
To live life from his eyes again.
P.s – inspired from some old poetry.