The Lost Days
Nadia, West Bengal
The evenings can’t be found today
On fields so wide and far
Water games no longer play
By Churni’s river star.
The sun uncle sinks with grace
Into his thoughts, so deep
No more quarrels in the place
Where the market used to leap.
The game of hide and seek has gone
The marbles and the swings
No longer seen on yard or lawn
Like the glass marbles’ rings.
The lost days now bring silent cries
In the corners of my mind
The horse runs fast beneath the skies
Where the moon's soft light will find.