..Innocent life..

The fields I ran through,
the roses that grew,
the cricket we played,
with the little we knew.

Flowers shawls and grass roots,
were in those days a game too,
and washing up afterwards,
was like bathing anew.

The things we did,
the times we cried,
the memorable ones,
will forever be alive.

The smell of pomfret
the lotus’s we loved
the colours that flew
were all on playground too.

Times haven’t changed us,
nor have we tried,
but nothing can change us
not even the ego inside.