Those were the days
It is said
On the entire world
Arbudanchal had
A great sway
When flowed seven rivers
When with the wild
The folks must have purred
Melodies
Like -
Let us find a shady wady
Pretty little brook;
Let us have some candy handy
And a picture book.
There all day we'll stay and play and
Never mind the heat,
While the water gleaming, streaming,
Ripples round our feet
Alas it is true
No more any tweet
This seems a myth
The days seems to have vanished
Taking along with them the blithe
Yet few pleasures are still alive
The azure sky
The salubrious zephyr sigh
The parrots and their ruckus cry
And May filling the air with festivity
Giving home to every seed
Burning every weed
Like a Samaritan’s deed
It offers long days
Fulfilling the wish to make hay
Dreams in abundance and gay
With the looms of the sun
Clothing them
The stars filling their hem
And a minstrel in the hills and dales
Crisscrossing the fields
Sings to his heart’s fill
The song of the earth
The song of dewy mirth
The song of life’s worth
I hear with it
Lying in my bed
Dog barking far away
In the full moon’s bulb,
With the leaves
Like filaments
And the sky a shell of thin, transparent glass
Enclosing the late heaven of a summer day,
A canopy of shining sapphire above
The speckled moonlight
Silver on the grass...
Written By: AK Sharma
