I remember an era long gone by
Growing up as simpletons
On Balmy summer nights
Under open starry canopy
On cool linen o'er 'charpoies'
We had our hands and eyes
With no distractions to ourselves,
No electronic appendages, no devices
We slept to soft lullabies
Hummed real time by loved ones
No TV, no ongoing chats on mobile
All we had was each other, snuggled
We shared stories of valor and some
Space with imaginary Ghosts & galaxies
Giggling at one-sided romances
The long months of school vacations
Hitting our assigned positions
Colourful durries on rooftops
Draped on the roof floor
As the clock chimed a perfect nine
Ears to Natures night conversations
The creek of old timber rafters settling
The thunder of surf pounding shores
In crystalline silence songs of rural life
Crawlies afield, murmur of coconut fronds
Oh how will I ever detail, share
These unique bits, to my city born
And suburban innured little ones
The joy of each other in dim lights
With no gizmoos, joys of a simple life
When all we had was each other
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5 Mar 2016, Seema Jayaraman, Mumbai
wonderful reminiscences of childhood expressed lively.......10 marks..
Marvelous. Your poem carried me back to my childhood days, when the rain used whisper her stories in my ears, till I slept. And in the morning, she would just smile a welcome, and not word about the previous night. Thank you. Hope to read more of your poems.
You have managed to wake my feelings of childhood. Thank u so much for this write. Well interpretation of emotions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Recently, a number of ladies in our near and dear families gave birth, all premature births! And my daughter explained, All the kids would have been so bored there: no internet, no mobile phone, no whatsup. So they choose to come out a little early; that's all. When notice the fascination of the new-bornes' to mobile phones, TV and computer, I tend to believe she is right.