Paper Boat Days
Childhood best time of lifetime
Can not forget, puddled rain water and those paper boat days,
Not worried about money and materialistic world,
Just spending beautiful time on earth…..Now this doldrum…
Wish to rewind and bring back that delightful continuum,
Return my childhood days , the paper boat days……
That crazy rain water which splashed beneath, that muddy, cloudy mess…Uh
Making shoes stained and soiled and all wet, but that was okay.
That oldest thing, we called granny, those funny wrinkles on her face ,
We wondered who traced them there, and she cordially rebuked,
Can not forget, the paper boat days…..
Those long, lazy summer afternoons and small frightening ghost stories,
Which we persuaded her to tell, to kill time, she narrated one after another,
Hide and seek on sunny day, in and out of antique mansion and its terrace,
Smell of soil and wild flowers and in grandpa’s garden,
Swinging under Mango tree and collecting raw mangoes as gift for granny,
Useless chatter and running around, to see birds and catch butterfly,
No concept of time flying by and no directions and timelines,
Can not forget…. Can not forget…. those paper boat days,
Sudden fall from rainbow to reality,
Not a single paper boat around, No time for crazy craft!
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