Paradise lost
When I look at my little son,
I bemoan the times bygone.
When the world seemed so bright,
all the worries seemed so light.
Days of sheer innocence,
flights of utter nonsense.
The small pleasures of life,
without any struggle or strife.
Getting drenched in the rains,
while running behind trains.
Riding pinion on a cycle,
to buy things with a nickle.
Catching fishes in the pond,
later sleeping without a sound.
Climbing trees like apes,
when scolded hiding behind drapes.
Parents who took care,
while I threw caution to the air.
Siblings who always fought,
whose companionship I always sought.
Friends who were so true,
along with whom I grew.
Teachers who groomed and nurtured,
and taught what mattered.
Where those days vanished?
Why do I feel banished?
Did I grow up so fast?
Feel a paradise was lost.
If only I could get them back,
with all my money in the sack.
I know its not possible,
to reverse the direction of the needle.
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