When we were children
Of age nine or ten
In a small town far away,
Life was simple then
No mobile phones we had seen,
Internet was never there.
Summers in the river fishing,
A childhood without care
We played gilli danda in the mud
plucked mangoes by the dozen
Monsoons meant wet football
Shivered gleefully in the winter season
Little boys in half pants
And girls in pigtails
Of visits to the circus
Making paperboats and catching snails
A simple happy world,
Of cozy Sunday lunch.
A game of carrom in the eve
Or music with which we danced
Life has changed a lot
For the better, thats what people say
All i know is that,
I do miss those golden days!
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 8:50 AM UTC
When we were children
Of age nine or ten
In a small town far away,
Life was simple then
No mobile phones we had seen,
Internet was never there.
Summers in the river fishing,
A childhood without care
We played gilli danda in the mud
plucked mangoes by the dozen
Monsoons meant wet football
Shivered gleefully in the winter season
Little boys in half pants
And girls in pigtails
Of visits to the circus
Making paperboats and catching snails
A simple happy world,
Of cozy Sunday lunch.
A game of carrom in the eve
Or music with which we danced
Life has changed a lot
For the better, thats what people say
All i know is that,
I do miss those golden days!
Gilli danda: a little game played by children in the towns and villages of India
