The Golden Days


Never thought this day would come;

Parks full of children, now having none

A mobile is all they want,

Not knowing their childhood is its cost.

Being a today is not much fun;

As there remains no place,

No place to fall,

No place to climb,

No place to wander around in light,

Remember the golden days ,

When no kid would be home before nine?

Those were the days,

When all that kids thought, was

What shall we play today?

Bright as the sun their days began

Greeting everyone with a smile.

Now, it is a big deal when,

Children keep their phones aside!

Author: Aditi Saraf

Editor: Sia S




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