Wandered here and there
But not to find anywhere
Those lovely days
When I heard the cuckoo’s call
For which I gave a reply,
He kept on cooing over and over
That raised my frenzy and joy.

Lovely were those days
When I played on the dew laced leaves
And blushed the little blooms in glee
And in a rush to catch the butterflies
That took the flowers' daily surprise.

What lovely days were they,
When I played with the chatterry rain
That slid down the roof like shiny pearls
And filled my little hands with joy
To splash on my brother’s face
Who made me cry for what I did.

Will I ever get back those days
When I sailed my paper boat
In the little puddle in my yard
And had a fight with my brother
For plunging it before it reached ashore.

I wish if I could get back in a lovely trail
Alike the little moon high up in the sky
To the days foregone where I had it all
Of love, care and those naughty fights
That still linger on so close to heart
And never to part those lovely days again.