Jaunting By Lanes Of Memories!

Jaunting by the Lanes of Memories, I realized how I can forget those days-

When there was divine coolness on the dew-wet green prairies;

When there were tweets in the early dawn- as chucking fairies;

The fragrance from the blooming flowers had its own intoxication;

Butterflies sang mellifluous, in blossomed flower's admiration;

Truly, memories of those days make me artistic...!

Jaunting by the Lanes of Memories, I realized how I can forget those days-

Those were the days, when it rained, we sailed our own paper boats;

And when the sun shone, we played with the calves, sheep, and goats;

Those were the days when all our naughtiness's were estimated as fun;

And despite all naughtiness, mother used to say, "You are my cute son"!

Truly, memories of those days make me optimistic...!

Jaunting by the Lanes of Memories, I realized how I can forget those days-

By the dusk, going to the bank of the stream, along with the neighbor girl,

There gifting her most beautiful sea-shell, as if it was the precious pearl;

And they're running behind the crawling crabs, just to make her smile;

For, her charming smile gave real joy; though it was just for a while!

Truly, memories of those days make me altruistic...!

Jaunting by the Lanes of Memories, I realized how I can forget those days-

Those were the days when our elders had the leisure to play with us;

Still it's not forgotten; dad's catchy tease and mom's warm buss;

And those days were filled with delights; without any trace of sorrow;

No regrets for past, no worry for present and no anxiety for the morrow;

Truly, memories of those days make me nostalgic...!