The Golden Days

The Cricket in the rain, the fall and its pain,
The fights bitter and sweet, the victory and its treat.

The evening games of hide and seek,
When sorrow was spelt in Latin and Greek,

The window panes that broke with Bangs!!!!! ,
every week, saw the rise and fall of new gangs.

The discussion on our impossible dreams,
that ended nowhere, but started with ice creams.

The gossips about the movie superstars,
that were lit by the moon and a few bright stars
.
The little affairs and the 'Talk of the town',
that made some smile and others frown.

The joy of flying the very first kite,
and the fun when others fight the flight.

The big fat neighbor and his mango tree,
when stones on the roof were the alarm to flee.

The paper boats that sailed in the rain,
and their bulky wreckage that blocked the drain.

The 'Didi' s stories starring the lady's ghost,
and the rankings of which frightened us the most.



The fancy gifts that birthdays used to rake,
and the pride of having the biggest slice of cake.

And then...the Football in the rain, the fall and its pain.....
Gone are the Golden Days, they'll never come again.
But their memories bring a smile that hides all pain.