Childhood days (Poem)

It was the era of childhood
It was the treasure of happiness

Want to get to the moon
Heart was obsessed with butterflies

There was no reason to cry
Had reason to laugh

Did not know the night
It was not the evening destination

Grandmother's story was
The Fiction Fairy was

Touch the branches of trees were
Clay was khlunha

Grief was not the language of
It was not a measure of Sorrows