THOSE DAYS ARE LOST BUT MEMORIES ARE FOREVER

when the sunshine fell on the benches of park
little bare feets ran all around
there chattering echoed wid chirruping of birds
there innocence and abundance was so unconfound

wearing shorts Bats and ball in their hands
they grouped in the center like lifetime friends
soon a coin touched the sky everyone looked up in great anticipation
when it started to fall the hearts were pounding

soon two little masters with bats in their hands
took the center stage and were appraised in the baloney stands
in the consuming afternoons they played their hearts out
twilight beamed in the park and little cycles were out

next stop was the lassi shop
a cool hangover for tired souls
everyone drank as if their last drink
then the time for payment and chillar was out

after hours of argument payment was done
back home went mother's sweet little son
Ohh!!! God plzzzz giv back those days to me
those days are lost but not memories

THOSE DAYS ARE LOST BUT MEMORIES ARE FOREVER