Gone, gone are the days
When joy was in abundance
In a carefree mind
It was much fun
When we played
On sand pits
Building sand castles
And running after butterflies.
A balloon or a naked longence
without any decorative dress
Was enough for us
to dance in joy
Sea shells, pebbles and
broken glasses were our valuable toys.
Grasses were our trees
Insects were our cows
Our tiny world was our big world
It was really a happy happy world.
Now gone are the butterflies
Gone are the twitteringbirds
Today’s children have no time
To dance on sand pits.
viewing the world through computer sites
they wont play with the red velvet mites
they wont know the smell of a rose
or thrill of butterfly sitting gently on their nose
With heavy school bags
and the weight of their parent’s ambitions
Weighing on their backs
they grow up too fast.
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