Old memories

Can I explain my life
With out my childhood

Merely,. It's a fact
I walk with freedom
Not in my corridor
Whole in the world

No, the bit of that day
I never lost

You can see
The happiest wind
Murmuring , buzzing sound
With out any tense
Yes it's your childhood

No one can indoctrinate you
With out horse sence
You seem dead habit or verdict
Should feel the memories

Do you have think about
The keys of rain
And how the heart was hot
Why?
Yes the memories never die