I look down from my window

Recollecting those days

Of innocence painting a rainbow

On the skys by the bays.

Flying paper planes with a blow

Aspiring to be a big man one day.

 

Sorely my heart aches to gaze upon

The swings standstill,

Without any laughter and glee.

Longing to sway and slide like the young days

Even after owning a manor past a long race.

 

Yearning to go back to that springtime

Craving to feel those chuckles in the air.

Can’t see a bud in the fields of plays

Sliding and gliding in the golden rays.

Hapless little ones

Who haven’t been on the swings.

 

I look down from my window

Recollecting those days.

 

 

Krishna N.L.