Between Past And Present Poem by Manoshi Sinha

Gone were the days!
When euphoria and naivety held sway,
With ignorance and innocence at the brim.
When tiny feet followed hopping birds,
Tiny fingers chased fluttering butterflies.

Those were the days!
When mud and field bore footprints,
Of our feats in games and hollow fights.
As I gaze now, my childhood trees whisper
As breeze in my ears, narrating the past;
Our chatters under their shades in the hot sun

Now as my feet carry me along my country lane,
My eyes behold golden paddy fields;
Shipping me to a bonding we shared,
When I sowed and harvested paddy;
And trotted amid the greens, amid countless smiles.

Quarrels, scorns, yelling, laughter, guilt, glee;
Brawls and siblings, home works and class works;
Teachers and parents, neighbors and friends;
Tears of innocence, moments of infinite bliss.
No fretting about yesterday, today, tomorrow!
Oh gone were the days!

Now a tug-of-war between mankind and Nature!
What a mêlée amid an egotistic humankind!
Can we get those days that were gone?