On a visit to my home town,
I don’t know after how long.
I was struck by the old world charm,
People seemed serene and calm.
I went to all my favourite haunts
And caught up with old sweet hearts.
Years had lapsed, but we felt as if it was yesterday,
We recalled what fun it was on our birthdays.
We laughed and talked till wee hours,
As it got cold we lit a bonfire
And teased and mocked as if were children.
Growing up then was a real fun.
Our needs were few,
Perhaps, that’s all we knew.
There was a wonderful simplicity of desire.
Nostalgically we recalled as we saw the dying fire.
Mamta Agarwal
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/going-back-in-time/
