Golden Days

Golden days





Reminisce those golden days left far behind,
little joys lived to most, recalls the mind,
Aiming sky high and free as birds,
Cherished life, simple were our words,

Childhood friend at primary school,
Waited daily for me but I was such a fool,
One reserved seat for me always next to him, 
Ignored the passion till it flowed to brim, 

Teased others as together we grew,
Till medical school, left were only few,
Hostel life was more of a fun,
Witty siblings added to real time pun,

Affection of parents in family of five,
Pretty house, floral garden, fruits and beehive,
Bright sunrise to twilight of sunset,
No hues were missing in my palette,

Delicacies that my mom cooked,
Anyone who ate got really hooked,
Carom, cards and chess that my dad laid,
Losers tried till years and decades,

Reminisce those golden days left far behind,
Little joys now unseen, have I turned blind ?





Written April 2nd, 2015
For contest "Golden days" by rob carmack

Awarded 9th place
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Lindley Avatar
April 19, 2015 at 10:49 PM
A gem my friend. Loved the part about playing chess, my game. A7 and this is a great poem...
A   Avatar
April 18, 2015 at 3:21 PM
Dr Upma, Congratulations, in Rob's Golden days contest. Take Care ~LINDA~
Ebbs Avatar
April 11, 2015 at 8:20 AM
Memories :), Congrats on your win!
Onclaud Avatar
April 9, 2015 at 3:03 AM
poignant, dr. urma.. best congrats on your win!
Haight Avatar
April 9, 2015 at 12:18 AM
Wonderful and nostalgic memories of your golden days, Dr. Upma. Congratulations on your win. Hugs, Sandra
Eastman Avatar
April 6, 2015 at 9:11 AM
Beautifully written memories...
Yvonne Avatar
April 5, 2015 at 6:16 PM
Great memories of those Golden Days. Once again good luck in the upcoming contest.
Dietrich Avatar
April 2, 2015 at 5:00 PM
this is very nice and nostalgic, Love those closing lines: have I turned blind. we can forget so much. But we know that in our memories they were golden.
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