POEM
His grandpa
who is in the sunset of life
is a key for him
to open the door of
good, old, glorious days of life.
On listening to the gone days
from his grandpa
which he is unaware of in that old world
his wonder knew no boundaries.
The verdant world around
the rivers which were full to the brim
which were crystal clear
showing the fish
pebbles slowly moving ahead with the flow
water snakes
and organisms aplenty,
the colourful world of
flowers like lotus,
rose,
jasmine, marigold etc etc
which could enthrall
and enchant everyone
he feels a sense of
loss to which there’s
no way to return.
The roads which were devoid of
pot-holes and craters
both sides of which
were lined up with trees
providing shade to the passerby
he often wonders and
a sense of nostalgia overwhelms him
though he was not
the product of those days which
his grandpa enjoys.
On spending
life in the current world,
the new generation knows not the
bygone days
who have no idea of such a world
and none to instill the knowledge
of such a glorious world
spend an entirely different life
which is no way related
to these days where
everyone is for himself/herself
where selfishness and greed rule the roost.
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