My Childhood Pals Poem by Namita Rani Panda

O' my childhood pals!
How I miss you all!
I feel so forlorn!
How sad I'm!
Those golden days are gone.
I still treasure
your unconditional favour
and priceless gifts of fruits and flowers,
frivolous quarrelling on petty matters
that made our bond sweeter and stronger,
those tireless hours
in mango groove in summer
and swimming in the river hour after hour.
How we used to play and run
and have endless fun!
How wonderful were those days
with no stress and strain and any bondage!
We were playing various games
Kabbadi, football, pick up sticks,
wandering in the village fair with nothing to
care,
drenching in the rain with no fear of fever,
sailing paper boats in the stream
and devouring from vendor savoury ice
cream!
But alas! That Spring is now a distant dream.
My life without you is winter full of gloom.
I wonder like an aimless traveller,
in this crowded world a lonesome stranger.
With out reason no one smiles,
though closer in space apart miles.
Their smile reminds me of a serpent
who shake hands to size my pocket.
They hug me to measure my treasure,
their chief concern is to win my favour
In my need they help me never
Where are you my childhood Pals!
Please respond to my painful calls!