That was childhood when the world was a beautiful playground.
When stayed at the home, the home was the playground and when stayed out, streets were the playground. Our own home was not enough, the homes of my uncles too were the playgrounds. But with the passage of time and growing age, the responsibilities also grew and the playgrounds got confined. They started shrinking. Shrinking, from the big world to a small city, from city to a town and from town to a small street.
The age then grew by a bit, and the grounds of the street got confined to a room. Neither the eyes could see much, nor the legs were able to step ahead. It is just a change of day that my field is now confined to a land of only two yards, in which I will be bedded after my death.
But one day, I will awake again from this soil and will open my arms and will run like no one cares because once again this entire world will be a playground for me.
—————-By a faith
Piyush Mishra
The Rainbow Diary 
This goes right to the heart…
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