Seema Chowdhury

The Days Of My Past - Poem by Seema Chowdhury

i miss those days when I was young
And used to play under the sun
Where the bright sun used to shine upon
The blooming flowers early in the morn

And also when I used to play in the rain
And didn't know the actual meaning of pain
And thought that playing was the aim of life
And was needed int his world to live and survive

And the most important toys among all
Were bats and balls and specially the dolls
When playing with them always made me glad
And changed to good if things were bad

So I wish if once I can go to my past
And read life's story from first to last
And measure things I had gained and lost
In the run of life in this world of frost.

Because when i feel I'm getting bored
And don't have things to do any more
Then I delve in thoughts stored in my mind
That are special and really different in kind

Where I see myself as a kid whi is small
Who never comes back before a call
From troubles taht is another name of life
And doesn't let anyone happily survive

So that's why I really miss those days
When playing and enjoying in different ways
Was what I thought was the aim of life
And was needed in this world to smoothly strive.

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  • Kesav Easwaran (11/26/2008 1:08:00 AM)

    Life gains age... and in the process it loses much happiness it acquires in child hood impressive write...10 (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 25, 2008

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