Get my olden days
Wednesday, December 13,2017
4: 44 PM
Get my days olden
They were really golden
I was born topoor family
But I was brought up very happily
We used to play on street with emergency call
For playing with pyramid type wooden structure and the ball
One may hit the structure
And make sure, it is scattered
One or two friends may stay near
And try to restore pyramid with lightning speed
If he is unable to restore
The game may turn sore
Such things rush through my mind
People nearby and in neighbourhood were very kind
Sometimes there used to be quarrel
But later on, we were getting on well
I feel sad
When such type of memory invade
I want to go back to village
Where my child age was spent
I find environment here unfriendly
Everybody is approaching you selfishly
You can't trust even your close friend
They will bring your sun to set in the end
Even though parents worked hard
They had no other word
Either to complain
Or express the pain
I thought of helping
But tender was stopping
I was feeling so bad
And sometimes turning sad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I was feeling so bad And sometimes turning sad