Those sultry summer vacation days,
When all cousins got together
And played throughout the day.
None cared about rest or food,
As playing was the only thing good.
At the evening fell, and birsa retreated,
We, the hungry mortals dragged...
After living through the centuries,
I just reminisced the days traveled,
The incidents that I witnessed
All from this park.
I saw infants gazing around
From the secure arms of their parents
I saw kids enjoying life to fullest,
The petrichor took me back,
To those wonderful days,
When apartments were unheard of
And we had lots of space to play.
The monsoon brought with it,
Some moments to be cherished.
Oh! How I wish, I had a time...