A Simple poem looking back at the good ol days as kids. Not that today isnt any good, its even better i guess. This just looks back at the best days of Life, and that we all had to grow up. So here goes…

Youthful Days

At the crack of dawn on sunny days,
with friends and toys in the field;
I’d find myself living my youth,
In search of happiness yield.

Garments to the knees,
Boyish smile, and flying on the swings.
Or with the kids in the village,
Playing with a quaint old ‘ring’.

Gone are the days, when I licked my sweat,
whose pearls were showered by the Sun;
And the days of rain, when we’d smell the mud,
Sing, dance and run.

Life looked happy, Happiness smiled,
And smiles brought out my dimple.
Ornaments were few, but dreams were big,
Life was large, but simple.

But growing up is a season of Life,
where you learn as you fall and stumble.
Where worries grow, smiles fade away,
and songs are replaced by grumbles.

Wish I hadn’t grown up,
Wish I was, the same youthful boy.
Wish I could be shining Rome,
rather than burning Troy.

~ Yatin Kamat.