To The Good Old Days

Never forget the good old days

When all you had to do to get something was to cry with a pity face.

The face that would capture the heart of anyone out there.

There was nothing to worry about, nothing to care for.

What was there, was the love for all,

Even though we didn’t know what to name that after all…

From playing from 6 in the morning till 6 in the evening

Hardly were there any breaks and hardly were there any fights.

What was there was a handful of moments,

The moments we still cherish to return.

Let’s cheer for those good old days…

When the sweeper’s son used to hide and the officer’s daughter used to seek him,

It was nothing but a hide and seek moment.

Will there be a time again when you would see that moment again…

The colony celebrations or the fair visits, the school activities or the society games,

The backseat of the scooter or the front seat of the bicycle,

When all were treated with equal dignity, will we ever witness those days again…

When the roofs were connected and there were no stairs required to climb those,

When the one ball bought by anyone belonged to the whole colony,

And when batting was all that mattered,

Can you expect to see this in your future again…

When school friends used to chatter about everything as long as they were at school,

For there won’t be an evening plan unless it was pre-planned.

There was no phone, no WhatsApp, no facebook,

But still was the communication far better far prettier…

When the night’s sleep used to start with the accomplishments of today

And the morning sun brought with it the adventures for tomorrow.

The burden of yesterday was easily forgotten…

When making friends was easier than making enemies,

And every relation was as pure as the white dove…

When the festivities of Holi, Diwali, Eid, Bakrid, Christmas,

Brought equal happiness on all the faces,

And the excitement of Durga Puja was just uncontrollable…

Don’t you miss those good old days…

Don’t you want to go back to those good old days again…