I was young

It was the time
when I was young,
running through the closed hallways,
Shouting.

They used to be only the nights,
when I slept
flying from one planet to the other,
Dreaming.

All during the daylight,
I kept myself occupied,
breaking window-panes, some historical cricket scores.
Bursting some tires out,
leaving that 53 years old kiddo behind,
Screaming.

It was that old, yellow-painted building,
where we all gathered everyday in a familiar colour combination.
Jumping from one desk to the other
Taking some teeth out of ones` mouth,
Banging.

It was the time
when I was young,
storing in every single blessing
from those old age kiddos ,
Smiling.