The Nostalgic Summer Days

In the city's bustling streets, I spent my days,

But in summer's embrace, I'd find my ways. 

To my grandparent's village, I would stray, 

Where childhood memories forever stay.

No structured camps, just nature's call,

Exploring fields, running free, standing tall. 

Limited TV channels, yet endless delight,

With cousins and siblings, we'd laugh through the night.

Under the sun's scorching heat, we'd play,

In mango groves, we'd while the day away.

Sweet mangoes and palm fruits, a taste divine, 

Each bite a memory, a moment so fine.

No set lunch breaks, just a mother's call,

Gathered around the table, one and all. 

Father's worry lingered, though his strictness would wane, 

As fevers and stomach upsets brought aches and pain.

Vyed, the village doctor, with remedies in hand, 

Bitter medicines and gentle scolding, like grains of sand. 

Restoring health and bringing peace of mind, 

In his care, solace and relief we'd find.

But as summer's end drew near, with sadness in our hearts, 

We bid farewell to the village, preparing to depart. 

Back to the city's hustle and bustle, we'd go, 

But memories of our summer escapes, forever glow.