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Those days!

Green grass, blue sky,

Sometimes swim, sometime fly.

Caressing the flowers gently,

Strutting ahead rollicking.


Sliding through the squeaky floor,

Into a packed elevator.

Nonchalant and busy,

No sign of tizzy


Bouncing through the crowd,

A little brush up, a light push,

Sauntering through the narrow streets,

With nothing much to lose.


Petting animals in utter randomness,

Playing with one into oblivion,

Smiling to folks unknown,

And obliging to penniless.


Sitting on a bench,

With people strolling by;

Holding a hand to thank,

Hugging with a loud smile.


Sharing a ride with strangers,

Or trying the clothes from the same hanger;

Passing the half-burnt cigarette,

Or clinking to cheers together.


Gone are those days,

We’ve learnt to smile through gaze,

Masks cover our face,

And homes are our only place.


Hoping for new days,

When homes will be for where we laze,

Not abstaining from someone coming close,

Not waiting for someone to make a dose.


Let’s get over with this phase,

Let’s get back those days!!