Longing For Someone Lost Poem by Ram Daras Das

Sitting silently in shade of tree,
My wandering mind was never free;
Remembering those golden days,
My thought went on spending spree.

Full of laugh, full of joy,
Each one was happy, girl and boy;
Running in field, playing in home,
Dwelling under paradise dome.

Sweet quarreling among siblings,
Over a petty piece of toffee;
Playing Kabaddi* and winning Kancha*,
Was for us winning the trophy.

Free from religion, away from caste,
Life was happy, joyfully fast;
No worry for today, no anxiety for tomorrow,
There was nothing known as sorrow.

And then came suddenly,
The monster called "Maturity";
Heartless, loaded with knowledge,
Oh! But full of vanity.

On arrival of the monster,
Look! My loved one fled;
I don't know why and where,
But I lost her forever.

Where are you, O my childhood? ,
Can't you come again my dear?
I am longing for you, waiting for you,
With heavy heart, full of tear.

* Indian games