When we were young,energetic,full of life,
On Sunday mornings,we were at Colaba,
At our granny's house,with uncles,aunts,nieces,
Stretching ourselves at the secluded beaches,
Swimming in the backbay waters,
Eating mangoes,basking in the sun,
Playing with shells,pebbles,gun,
Sometimes burying ourselves in the sand,
Remaining there for a long time,
With only our heads popping out for fun!
Noontime,there were afternoon siestas,
Dead tired after watching on telly some fiestas,
Now, when clock strikes 5.00 p.m.
We have hot cups of tea,
With spicy cutlets,crispy nuggets,
To pamper our villianous pallets.
By evenings,we get ready
To trot to Eros Theatre steady,
Screening Marx Bros,Laurel&Hardy,
Or slapstick comedy of Dean Martin & Jerry Lewis,
A laugh riot of our lives,
Till tear fall off our eyes!
At nightfalls,we had wooden cots,
Laid out under pipal trees,flower pots,
With the cool evening breeze blowing,
Hearing fairy tales from Granny at bedtime,
And falling asleep like a log!
Oh! Those were the days,
Waking up one fine morning,
From a soft bed into luminious sunlight,
Feeling warm,well fed,well loved,
well cared for a longing
peace,silence,stillness, bliss!
Will those days ever commeth?
____ The End_____
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