Do you remember?
Oh you remember those crazy days of old,
The pitter-patter of rains,
the little paperboats,
the stories we made and the secrets told,
fairytales – rumpelstiltskin and snow white,
how my boat survived the rains,
while yours suffered a misery untold?
The nonsense, the rain,
The umbrella and the English maiden,
A bunch of hair messed around with,
Clumped together in one “antenna”?
And the ‘muqabla’, the guitar,
The pillow fight, bus rides,
The cube and the train,
nauti, dimri and kunju,
and a chocolate doughnut?
Those days are gone,
A memory remains,
That probably fades in time,
As people go far and wide,
some images still remain,
I sometimes wish that day was mine,