I wish...

When I was a small little boy,
I seem to know only one word, why,
Why Sun rises in the east,
Why on festivals, we have feast,
Why children have to go to school,
Why summer is hot, why winter is cool,
Where people go when they die,
why birds fly & I can not fly,
Why food tastes good when it is hot,
Question on which no one will spare a thought,
But children are so innocent, so sweet,
They have logics which we can't beat,
That is why I want to be a child again,
So that my thoughts can be wild again,
I can run on the grass & catch the moon,
But we grow old, so soon, so soon,