DAYS

The days were those………,
 
When we roamed carelessly on roads,
Roadside bioscopes and Madari’s shows,
Chilling Ice candies makes red our nose.
 
Bicycles in hand and bags on back,
Games all day let the hands get crack,
Making sand homes with under developed knack.
 
Sky was blue with lots of cloud,
Mom used to give breakfast of sprout,
Streets were flooded with children games shout.
 
Summer vacation was a big treat,
Chilling with family was normal beat,
Pot water and mats were barrier for heat.
 
 
Now are the days…….,
 
Chaos and fear lies on roads,
Dolby digital cinemas are only source of shows,
Ice candy is fantasy as infection lies in nose.
 
Polluting vehicles ride and Laptop on back,
Mental tiredness gives body full of crack,
Buying Small home requires shrewd knack.
 
Sky is black and there are no clouds,
Looking for someone to give me sprouts,
Streets are burdened with chaotic violent shouts.
 
Vacations are lost and so the treat,
Time with family is an off-beat,
Ac’s and Bisleri can’t suppress the heat.
 
The days will come…………,
 
Clean Silent helpful will synonym the road,
Gardens and playground will host the movie shows,
Red, Blue, Green will be candies color on nose.
 
Eco-Friendly bike and notebooks on back,
Body of energy filling life’s crack,
Decorating own house will require innocent knack.
 
 
Deep Blue sky with funny shape clouds,
Mom giving again different different sprouts,
Street lights shattering by hide & seek shouts.
 
Vacations will again bring us treat,
Family fun will sound as common beat.
Pot water and mats will again kick the heat.
 
The days will come…………
The days will come…………