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Jolly People And Fine Weather

At the rooftops, I stand,
Looking at the far away land.
At the end of jolly summer days,
Starring at the maze of numerous ways.

Some boys are running down the street.
Where it's said hooligans creep.
None of them is a friend of mine,
As I had not delivered my introductory lines.

Some girls also came in view,
Who wore dainty clothes in girlie hues.
They seemed to have no intention to play,
They sat and watched the boys like models of clay.

I too used to play outside,
With my old pals in the native countryside.
Though I was not a village chap like them,
But they took me in their lovely gang.
(How nice of them.)

The first day at the village was just like today,
I was busy searching for a suitable place to lay.
Alas, I sat on the brinks of shining rays,
With no friends and none to say "Good Day!"

Few days I passed with my lonesome self,
And strolled by the river or near the old bookshelves.
After that, I started longing for friends to play,
As my sudden fits of strolling had gone away.

But my days were to change,
Cause I was to be found by a vast juvenile range.
I never had such great days yet in my dreams,
But to my fortune, I got to live my true joyous dreams.

It was a day with a bright forlorn sun,
When I met a boy, by the river which was in the long run.
He came from nowhere and spoke a few.
I too spoke some words on my worldly views.

He, who looked amazed by my nonstop talking,
Took me to his friends on his bicycle, which was badly rocking.
He took me by my grandma's house, quietly,
He took me by the meadows, huffing wildly.

I didn't know where I was going,
But in my carefree heart, that lad was glowing.
In my face, he spread a grin of happiness,
Which was lost in the days of loneliness?

At last, we reached the spot,
Which consisted of boys and girls a lot,
They were of various age,
Whose faces turned to me with a pretty hard gaze.

But in course of time, the knot of friendship was tied.
They were nice enough, to rely on.
I played and played till the sun reached the west,
When its time to go back home, along with my friends, which were best!

Those days were amazing,
But the time was quickly raging.
As someone had said, "Time flies when you are happy."
And with them, I was quite happy.

Soon the day of returning was on,
I took leave from my jolly friends and morns
It was truly a day pretty sad,
As I was again a lonely lad.

The dusk had worn the night's gown,
When the stars and the moon are switched on.
Now, it's quite late for me to stay out,
As I'm not a kid too stout.

Sooner or later I would go back there,
Till then, I just have memories to take care,
As it's the place where noisy crowds never gather,
And where stays-
Jolly people and fine weather.

(Written- December 2012)