THE OLD GOLDEN BOX

I was sitting in,
My messed up room,
Upturning everything that came in way,
To doom.
I was searching for something,
Oh I forgot,what was that thing.
I kept searching,
Dusk became dawn,
But all I found ,
I had even more messed around.
I just thought of,
Leaving the room going away,
But as i dashed to the door,
I hit something,
And stumbled on floor.
There laid in some distant,
Corner a glittering thing.
I went over and,
Grabbed it closer.
It was an old golden box.
It was a kind of portkey,
Made me apparate in reverie,
I found myself in some Heavenly Place
Every mess around started clearing,
Sweet birds started singing,
Peace around me was beautifully springing,
Lights scattered out of trees happily hanging,
I saw children smiling ,
Those sweet,true,heartmelting smiles.
The bliss of Childhood came alive.
I saw the innocence in their eyes.
Thought upon,what place,
This world would be like,
If everybody had innocence in those Eyes.
A butterfly hopped and,
A flower popped.
I rushed to see the flower,
Oh my God It dropped,
And turned into a golden box.
I held it up,
Alas I apparated back,
To my world.
Much more full of life.
Thought of the stupid thought ,
That made me search all along.
Everything seems worthless,
To what I have now found.
What I searched for I forgot,
And cherished what I have now got,
My old Golden Box ,
Returned my Childhood Bliss.

P.S- This poem was a gift for my childhood frnd ...whom i found jus a day back.