Being nostalgic or
Those were epic.
Those rainy days, holidays,
Worry less, smiling happy face.
Days of Giving teachers the nicknames,
Now, we have forgotten our names.
Held by the chair day and night,
The only screen in front of our sight.
Grandma, telling stories of evil and good,
Those load-shedding days of our group.
Gathering at a corner over a cup of tea,
Writing letters, reading poetry, sip by sip.
Chasing one another on cycle,
calling names for a football match across the streets,
Those winter fairs, picnics, and yes, the winter, of course, are gone.
The green playground, the fog, the epic Sunday Mahabharata TV show,
All seems now some stories from another era.
Being nostalgic, or those were epic!
Being a child inside us, some of it still we cherish.