Early days

Collective thoughts rumbled in the mind,

It was the summer when we were enjoying,

Schools were closed, how life has changed now we recollect,

Yet nothing special will ever come to our lives, but early days.

School kids holding hands of their parents,

Walking with two tiny black shoes,

A huge bag on back which was heavy that time.

Now are the days where no one cares if we carry a bag full of books,

Study or teach to small kids like whom we were once during that time.