Childhood Years

When in my childhood years I heard the chirping of sparrows,

I used to get annoyed, for they went on a continuous cackle.

Now I crave to hear their chirping and their noise.

But I don't see sparrows any more anywhere.

In childhood I used to play with paper boats.

To watch them sailing away in little puddles.

but now also it rains, but I don't see any puddles.

For the puddles have disappeared and only to given way to slush.

In childhood years played outdoor games scraped our knees,

Climbed on trees, fell down, forgot pain to try again.

Played hide and seek played out door games,

Today there are no more trees, to climb, no more space to play,

Movies we saw in Eastman colour, and technic colour.

Awe struck watching movies in dark theatres.

A landline phone was the eighth wonder. 

Everything changes as time progresses,

We too have to move with the times.

Or remain static in a lost time zone.

There are no more trees for sparrows to sit, and chirp on,

There are no more outdoor spaces, to breathe free air.

But what remains behind is our child hood memories.

That no one can take away from our lives.

To revisit to go back to those times at times of stress,

What more do I need, when I got my memories to go back to.