Nostalz

When I stand by my window looking at the playful kids,
I wonder how simpler the days used to be;

Days were filed with laughter, fights and tears,

but sharing and & caring was all those used to be mattered shear.

No other worldly worries would carry us away,
in short, it was just classes, food and play.

With growing age, do I realise,

Lack of these give my forehead a crease.

With the dimming lamp of my life do I Pray,
Let my dry life be filled with a cup of joy