Bag Of Feelings (ON HOLD)

Those Golden Days...

Do you remember those days when you were new to this world?
I too don't remember but my parents have often told.
When I was a chubby baby and was called a cutie pie,
I really didn't understand what they said but thought it was a pleasant Hi.
They would gently pull my cheeks unknown of how much it hurts,
And then take me in their hands resulting in pee or a burst of tears.
How innocent, nothing to care about, we had nothing to show concern.
Those days can never return.

Climbing a mountain of pillows you proved to be tall by touching the ceiling.
You would wear your towel like a cloak and roam the house, invisible foes killing,
Or stick a pink paper star on your pencil and perform unseen magic like a Princess.
At night you would gaze blindly at the sky full of stars countless.
You wished for lots of chocolates and toys when you spotted a falling star.
You would dream to touch the sky by reaching the top of the Eiffel Tower,
And then tuck your head in your pillow after saying Good night to Uncle Moon.
Those days can never return.

You grew a little, that's when you tried all of your "top secret" masterplans.
With your friends, assembled in front of the house of the neighbor that always complains.
Gathering all your courage you lock the main door, ring the bell and run for your life
As if wild dogs were behind you and in a wink, you were out of sight.
During monsoon when you returned home coated with mud and your mom shouts,
You make such an innocent face that before a single tear you are promised treats.
How mischievous, troublesome yet adorable you had been.
Those days can never return.

We would laugh, we would cry,
we would fight and become friends again,
And most important of all we would forget all grudges and stay happy together.
Our world consisted of our home, school, neighborhood, family, friends and our dreams.
Just a minute part of the huge Earth but for us it was boundless.
And now when we are aware of how enormous the real world is,
Still our world is restricted to smartphones, laptops, social media, house and office.
We didn't have enough money for luxuries but Happiness is what we used to earn.
Surely, those Golden days can never ever return.

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