Gone Like My Childhood

by Sourav   Apr 29, 2009


Remembering those days
When days were bright
Trees were green - soothing to the eyes
Birds flying and chirping
Flowers were brilliantly colourful
I used to chase the butterflies
In my childhood fun;
Green was my playground
There I used to roll and lay
Just to see the sky
Vast blue empty space -
Scattered white clouds
Like angels from the heaven
A place to see-
Illogically logical childhood dreams -
Then touch of breeze felt like
Caress of mother - nature;

Standing and looking at a ground
Full of dust and broken stones
Laying there in confusion like this era
Over there few children are playing
Trying to compensate the green
By there innocent jubilant greenery
No chirping birds
No butterflies roaming
Try to find some flowers
But I hardly find one
Trees are green but not green enough
Covering by the dust
Like hunted by disease;
Sky is now square like my window
Can see it over the neighbour's roof -
No soothing breeze
Rather nature's angry warm wind
Dust folded earth
In the malady of this period;
Where are those days?
My green childhood years-
Gone with the time
And never to come back
We are developing though
We are developed -
We make skyscrapers of various designs
But can't plant a tree
Time is money
So no time to water it
So we place plastic plants in our houses
Just to resemblance the nature
As I put a picture of my childhood
Just beside my bed.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Dreamofolwin

    This is truely an awesome write. I loved the title.."Gone like my childhood days." Thats just what has happened to mother nature.. and its so sad. Chidren nowadays do not have the carefree memories of running in fields of grass.. finding wild flowers, gazing up at the sun like you have said. I loved how you expressed this, it brought back memories. These are things money cant buy. Things that sadly man has destroyed with the need to make room for more buildings of stone. So well written and expressed, I loved it. TOP MARKS!

    Olwin.

  • 15 years ago

    by Lonely Rider

    Nicely written...

    a wonderful poem on one of the burning topics... it indeed is so much different from our childhood... the summers are more warmer... the winters more colder... the breeze no longer soothing...

    your words wonderfully described as to what is happenning to our nature... loved how you have compared the earlier times with the present ... a contrast in lifestyle... nicely penned...

  • 15 years ago

    by Daisy if you do

    Sourav,
    What a touching sad piece you have created here. It is very sad and rings true for all the places that have replace their nature with stone. You have done a masterful job with this and I thoroughly enjoyed it.

  • 15 years ago

    by Sylvia

    It is sad that so much of nature and the earth is destroyed to make way for progress. They tear down trees to build houses and buildings then plant little scrawny things that will take years to grow, all in the name of progress. Well done.

  • 15 years ago

    by Cindy

    Sourav
    How beautiful the memories from childhood....sometimes it seems like just a dream. The trees were greener the skies bluer. Then the reality. How man and the need for more has destroyed the beauty of the enviroment. Children of today just hear the stories of how things use to be. How sad:(
    Excellent job!
    Take Care
    Cindy

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