In Those Golden, Happy Days Poem by umaprosad das

My Sweet Heart and I came to the Picnic spot
In January 2013, in a city outskirt forest resort
So many different Groups of fun-lovers happy face
Brightened to enjoy the Sunshine and delicious fresh

Coming down from the bus, out of the confined campus
All the young and old, for their breakfast, made a rush
And having hot snacks, soups, juice, or coffee afresh
Beamed out in pleasant satisfaction on everybody's face

Then in little, little groups, spread out on the vast field
Children's park, mythical figures, animals, pond enriched
Water pond full of ducks and swans with a heavy quack sound
Pulling the attraction and enjoyment of everyone is found

Time passed away; announced by the loudspeaker to come
To have their well-decided menu of lunch, chosen by everyone
All headed to the Service table to have the picnic's best attraction
The delicious plate of varieties of items with their entire satisfaction