Nostalgia

Bring me back the days when adjusting the roof-top Television antenna

Was the most sought after sportive phenomena,

Bring me back the days when a telephone call would unite the family

And conversations were not a long-drawn homily,

Bring me back the days when planning a birthday was a secret affair

Without a pre-thought of what was fair and what unfair,

Bring me back the days when flowers adorned the cascading tresses of the bevy

More than the concrete bosoms in the cemetery,

Bring me back the days when dinner time advocated familial bonding and good health

And not merely an excuse to showcase the affluence and wealth.

Bring me back the days when illnesses would be healed by the gentle touch of the mother

And expedient moves of the father, and none else afflicted with the slightest bother,

Bring me back the days when romance and love-making were gestures of purity

And not slandered as acts of infidelity,

Bring me back the days when schools were indeed seats of learning and accuracy

And not some branded factories to manufacture products of literacy,

Bring me back the days when merely Love and Compassion were wedded

To build a Home, and no deception or treachery lay embedded,

Bring me back the days when eyes welled with tears

More from physical injury than due to mental wear,

Bring me back the world, my Lord, when raindrops were beheld with supreme joy

And seldom as a symbol to disguise the pain and tears, o boy!

Bring me back the days when Sleep was the peaceful companion of the right

And the Right were not led to the bed of Sleep with any force or might,

Bring me back from my reverie, if I demand much.