The Good Old Days

I woke up yawning, but it’s the petrichor 

Fragrance that caught me, one from before.

I look through window, the Sun

Kisses me goodbye, time to have fun.

I remember, as they rushed to prepare the farm

We rushed to skid in the rains, always was a love charm.

As we tangled with the droplets of rain

The wind embraced us with her gentle touch, again and again.

I miss my childhood days,

When fun was longer than essays.

Eating groundnuts while we plant

For next harvest, doing the chant

Was always the perfect charm

To keeping everyone from harm.

Now, old I feel, can skid no more.

All I can do is watch the kids from the door.

All I can do is wave

Am sure the rains recall the memories we have.