Old Days
Those were the days, the days so old
When stories were not read, but they were told
When silence and peace were the golden rules
And friends were limited only in your buildings or schools
When the birds were the singing stars
And they were heard, not the sound of cars
I wish I lived then and not now
I would like to go there anyhow
Stories of that time, only have I heard
That time was full of peace, but now life’s a hazard
Just thinking about those days makes me cry
Oh! Why? Oh! Why? Did the days pass by!!
Copyright © Shroyon Dasgupta | Year Posted 2014
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