Poem

Rings of Memories

Running stream was our friend once
Offered rings to her throwing stones
When she was steady like matured ones
Those days we see in rings of memories now

Competing with opera of birds we sung
Chuckles cheerful as prizes we won
Running like deers used to be our fun
Alas! Now, people run life as a race

Trees used to swing us in their lap
Listening our stories boastful for a nap
Feeding us like mother with fruits ripen
We seldom come across such days now

Elders used to safe guard our moves
Caning us if required chasing our troops
They used to live jovially all noons and in Moon
Hardly we find those days on streets now

Loving people around with their interference
As care and pride, we used them for reference
Cuddles of affection used to be our preference
Now, artificial and official references are our preferences

Where have we gone, on to the moon away from boons of bounds?
Where are those frank statements of no influences wound?
Grinning faces of no true traces of fun,such masks many are worn

Artificial adoration, artless approaches, name sake relations are won
Life of flexibility adopts emotions as per availability and laxity
Where is life in lives? Lifeless are lives of lethargy and pride ride !
Life is lived in liveliness once!! Those days we see in rings of memories now!! A sigh!

@Raji❤