Gone are the days
When we played for hours in the sun,
No sunscreen, no goggles
We embraced the nature and spun.
Gone are the evenings
When we waited for the clock to strike five,
No to go back homes
But to run away from our hives.
Gone are the mornings
Of rushing to the school,
Not with the thought of achieving targets
But how to make our friend a fool.
Gone are the days
When we enjoy what we do,
Not with the purpose to winning
But with a thought of meaning.
Gone days never come back
When you try to stick with it,
Not because they can’t
But due to lack of space for it.
Have fun, enjoy sunrises and sunsets
That will be with you as a thought of present
Days are gone for the days to come,
Gone are the days When we enjoy what we do, Not with the purpose to winning But with a thought of meaning.
ReplyDeleteit'd be so good if we keep the child inside us alive always. nice poem.
lovely....give you a feel of nostalgia....makes you go back in time....
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