Lost Days

Sitting by the side of window I see a group of school children. They shout, cry they laugh and smile, In them I see my childhood shadow. I also had a bright morning, a sky an open lively canvas of nature. I used to run, jump and play there with a desire to fly as bird in high. I knew the hollow of any tree around our household or school with birds' nestlings and their nest, I had a joyful life carefree. Along the dry bed of hilly brook we walked with friends in winter. We roamed along the wide meadow 'N' watched mountains casting look. Alas! those days had flown away with time never to be back anymore. My grey hair and wrinkled face can't get back those golden days.