Poem My Bygone years

 

Those were the days my bygone years,

Beautiful memories which sometimes bring tears

 

 

My Dad was in the Army, the ‘Rakshak’ of the motherland

Putting his life in danger , he has traversed the forest and sand

Packing and moving leaving old friends behind

Off to a new place , where new friends I had to find

We made our sweet home wherever we went

 Didn’t care  if it was a bungalow, barracks or a Tent

School  annual day was the Jewel in the Crown

Have tried my hand at all, from fairy ….to a clown

We would bunk classes and practice all day long

Didn’t matter if it was a play, dance or a Song 

Wasn’t great in sports , but the games in charge  I would befriend 

To take part in games only for the glucose we would get at the end

Waited all week for  Geetmala, Chitrahaar and Show Theme

As unlimited choice of channels was a distant dream

All evenings were spent in playing Stapoo, and Hide n Seek

games like Gulli Danda Lagori and statue Which have now become obsolete

Looking through the View Master was a great pass time

Gossiping and complaining about friends was the biggest crime

       Never went to tuitions or attended any commercial class

But surprisingly, with good marks I always managed to pass

Even today the comments from all my friends in my autograph book

Gives me more pleasure than Twitter, Outlook or Facebook