Those Days Poem by prasanna kumari

I fainted on the way
to see the armed robber shot, on the day
memories past, ostrich brings
in the bush wild bird sings

sleepless I lay, restless i say
of those youthful days, lived as I may
those days I cherish on my chest
with my child held close to my breast

gone are the days of dark and light moon
never I wanted to pass it so soon
heaviness I lay to be at rest
youth and passion were at its best
I lost myself in the African bush
but then I was really green and lush