In That Happy Time Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Before the evening would fall
Across the scorched landscape
We the children of our village

Ran for home. To wash hands
And feet and face and pray in a
Group with brothers and sisters and
Of course with our grandma and grandpa.

Then we would sit down on our
Cotton mat to read in the light of
The lantern till either we felt sleepy
Or mother called us for dinner.

Nights were short for us as before
The roosters would shout to the sun
Standing upon heaps of mud at the
Backyards we would get up to run
To school.

We were happy in that time
Though our father and grandfather
Struggled to survive and keep us alive
In the time of hunger and poverty.