Golden Old Days

Kriti Rathi

Poet

---

There were days filled with cheers,

And a mind to think without fear,

Running around the courtyard,

Jumping high towards the sky.

Never thinking how and why?

Playing under the sun,

And having unlimited fun.

Dirty hands and dirty feet,

Filled every moment with wishes sweet.

Looking forward to watching

Jungle Book on Sundays,

Filled my heart in every way.

Gazing at the stars in the sky,

Wondering how the years flew by.

The child in me still wants to sing,

With childhood dreams on colourful wings.

Finding joy in everything,

Life feels fast each day.

Clinging on to my dreams the old way!