I still relish those days,
When the whole lot seemed charismatic,
When dozen of us made the lot feasible and,
When nothing seemed to stop us.
We holded earth in our palm,
And did the lot, away from our potential.
We climbed the rock, we swam the river,
We played with muds and did everything.
Occasionally running away from our elders,
To flee from their reprimands,
We hid ourselves in rooster domicile.
And at times even in swine sty.
But now, the time has become hectic,
And life has amplified its pace.
But Still, I hope for those days to approach,
For us to subsist our life to the fullest once more.