My Golden Days Poem by Amitava Sur
My Golden Days
My golden days:
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By gone are those lovely days
Who left me away many a years.
Being under more pressure now -
More and more I remember them.
With tearful eyes and heart burn -
I do miss those fairy days,
My childhood...those golden days –
Within the nature in abundance.
Singing, dancing and playing so free -
In the nature with mud and dusts.
Roaming freely in the village paths –
In the meadows under the blue sky.
Being drenched in those rainy days –
Floating paper boats in the streamlets.
Merrily, ran with the butterflies –
Along the aisles in the paddy fields.
My childhood...those golden days –
Within the nature in abundance.
Sitting idle under the mango tree
Near the lotus - pond in the summer noon.
The white ducks, floating in that lotus pond –
Kingfisher, quietly waiting for it’s catch.
I could listen to a feeble flute -
Might be played by some shepherd from remote.
My childhood...those golden days –
Within the nature in abundance.
Don’t know even – quietly when -
Those golden days are lost.
No more, I can see those lovely fairy days.
Now I’m swirling in the urban life
And in the shackles of concreted four walls –
Caught between the sky scrapers and highways -
And thus in a speedy fast life.,
I’m drowned in the modern life in the parties and nightclubs -
In this vicious fast life - we run round the clock,
Can not hear the cuckoos coos or the cocks’ morning crows.
My childhood...those golden days –
Within the nature in abundance.
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Amitava (20.10.2013)
the memories of childhood is something we will always treasure. Gone but not forgotten. excellent memories
It is nice to be able to remember childhood days when we are in the midst of life's turmoils hoping that our later years will be better. A good poem.
An excellent write about the golden days. We can all go back to childhood days and remember the carefree feelings that we had. Running to and fro in the woods and looking up high trying to see the top of the tall trees. Walking through the woods and feeling the dried leaves crunch under your feet. Feeling the sweet summer breeze as it wafts about your face. Best of all was playing with the other children in games of tag, hide and seek, hopscotch and ring around the roses. Brings back many memories. Lovely.
Most of us past forty or fifty mourn the loss of childhood days. Looking back to those days of fun and frolic is so much fun. In me too there was a child going after squirrels, birds and butterflies. Ignoring the rain and the warning of elders, how we stealthily set sail the paper boats over puddles! Thank you for escorting me to those lovely days! An enjoyable read! !
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Beautiful glimpse of your childhood, Amitava, so different from my own. Great insight into your golden days of abundance, compared to now, later in life. It seems that nature plays an important part in everyone's childhood, your memories have touched and awakened some of mine. Thank you. RoseAnn