Poetic Verses
Those Days
Cannot help reflecting with joy on my days as a younster
When I would run boldly through the fields with my brother
Chasing with glee, those beautifully coloured butterflies
Catching a few, but many escaped and flew higher in the skies.
Many occaions and this required lots of patience
Hiding in the tall grass, getting stung by ants in some instances
Not making sound, steadying the nerves, waiting to catch a particular bird
It was the ones that were yellow breasted, catching them was very hard.
Many times when riding speedily along I took many a tumble
Falling on to the rough road off my bicycle
Bruised, swollen and bandaged in so many places
But will make a vow to correct that fall, to stop those glances.
There used to be loads of fun when playing cricket
Especially when using a tin can as the wicket
Batting too long, the wicketkeeper. craftily move the wicket around
Therefore one is out, when it got hit and made that sound.
During those long hot days of the summer
At the beach, swimming to a specific point qualify one as a swimmer
Those moments many of the boys started on the journey quite happily
But after a few strokes many returned to the starting point very quickly.
Then as boys someone would try to be smart, looking into the water with a start
He will yell almost to the top of his voice SHARK!
See fellows running virtually on the top of the water
I don't ever think anyone around ever moved any faster,
Who could ever forget those years of dark nights
The only light was those seasonal illuminations by the moonlight
Those were the times, when we all gather by the lake to tell jokes
Only other sound that was audible was that of the frogs' croak.
Oh! how wonderful it was to sit and enjoy the sound of nature
Listening to the sound of the wave,the birds and admiring the beauty of the flower
Those days, it was so refreshing to inhale air so clean
And as far as the eyes could see, the landscape was coloured green.
Today the price of progress has blocked and destroyed those views
Those spots where one can relax are but a few
No beautiful and historic trees, nothing that is therapeutic
Only smoke, contaminants and noise pollution from the heavy traffic.
When I would run boldly through the fields with my brother
Chasing with glee, those beautifully coloured butterflies
Catching a few, but many escaped and flew higher in the skies.
Many occaions and this required lots of patience
Hiding in the tall grass, getting stung by ants in some instances
Not making sound, steadying the nerves, waiting to catch a particular bird
It was the ones that were yellow breasted, catching them was very hard.
Many times when riding speedily along I took many a tumble
Falling on to the rough road off my bicycle
Bruised, swollen and bandaged in so many places
But will make a vow to correct that fall, to stop those glances.
There used to be loads of fun when playing cricket
Especially when using a tin can as the wicket
Batting too long, the wicketkeeper. craftily move the wicket around
Therefore one is out, when it got hit and made that sound.
During those long hot days of the summer
At the beach, swimming to a specific point qualify one as a swimmer
Those moments many of the boys started on the journey quite happily
But after a few strokes many returned to the starting point very quickly.
Then as boys someone would try to be smart, looking into the water with a start
He will yell almost to the top of his voice SHARK!
See fellows running virtually on the top of the water
I don't ever think anyone around ever moved any faster,
Who could ever forget those years of dark nights
The only light was those seasonal illuminations by the moonlight
Those were the times, when we all gather by the lake to tell jokes
Only other sound that was audible was that of the frogs' croak.
Oh! how wonderful it was to sit and enjoy the sound of nature
Listening to the sound of the wave,the birds and admiring the beauty of the flower
Those days, it was so refreshing to inhale air so clean
And as far as the eyes could see, the landscape was coloured green.
Today the price of progress has blocked and destroyed those views
Those spots where one can relax are but a few
No beautiful and historic trees, nothing that is therapeutic
Only smoke, contaminants and noise pollution from the heavy traffic.