I was born in the 70’s
Where dad used to pick me up and show the fields
Waiting for the five o clock bus to come, he would come running
Lift me, hug me, play with me and say that my son.
As I grew amidst the vast greens
Running races, playing marbles, hide and seek may be
There was no extent to what I could do
As horizontal scale was never an issue.
As I grew older the hunger of space increased
Competitive sports like cricket, volley ball kabaddi took front seat
Also impressing the girl next door was an issue
All was fun as the place was still plenty and no issues
Soon I realized I lived in a city
Where the fields had become extinct I lost the nature all around me
Cramping my way through parking and vertical dwellings all around me
wondering is the place where I want to be
I come home now
My child is never to be found
She is in her room with the TV or hanging out
These word sounds so unfamiliar to me now
I wonder in all this growth
Did I lose something more than I chose
I want to enjoy what my dad did
What had I done wrong to get deprived of it.
Taking the dog for a walk, playing in fields, making paper boats , Climbing trees,
Children running, youth cycling and all the elders sharing a huge laugh
This is the minimum right to every human who is born
Be it for me or for you or this wonderful city
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Very true and nicely put...I remember I too used to play marbles with elder boys when I was a child, nowadays don't get to even see it. Miss those small things, playing hide n seek behind trees..playing in mud, cycling, falling down, bruising knees and elbows and still running around...good old days.
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