Lost Old Days Poem by V P Mahur

Oh those lovely old days!
So badly them I miss
Eagerly I look for an angel
Who can fulfil my wish

The wish to live again
My all lovely old days
Is there anybody here
Who can show me ways?

Those lovely companions
Those childish plays
Splashing of muddy water
Shaping idols with black clay

Running madly for butterflies
Through yellow blooming
Shouting without purpose
Away from the glooming

Loving clashes for the turn
On the high windy swing
Soothing showers of summer
Sweet smell of spring

How can be forgotten
Those memories of past
They keep on hitting me
Like a painful, aching blast

Let me weep silently
With all memories inside
O that! I could meet again
That made out of hide

I wish for the missing part
Of my paining heart again
Let me pray in the dark
For the solace to regain