Those Days...

“Push the swing forcibly”, my little sister said.

“No, you may fall from it”, I replied.

And the atmosphere in the park became gloomy

With her shrill cry.

I tried many ways to talk to her with failure;

With her cry tears gathered in me also.

Suddenly I woke up and found myself on my bed;

Hot tears rolled down my cheeks.

Was it a dream, a mere dream

Like most dreams sank into oblivion

Giving momentary relief?

But I went back to those early days,

Those childhood quarrels, friendship,

Sisterly love, parents’ rebuke, and so on.

Now where will I find those days,

That park, that swing,

That beautiful childhood?

Then my inner self whispers in my ears,

“Those days are always within you;

Whenever you recall

They will come again and again.

And these are called memories.

Look into your heart, you will find;

Ask your brain, you will get answer;

So, save them till your last breath.

They are precious.