The golden era of our childhood days

As children, we never spent time

On net browsing day and night.

We only had fisherman’s net

And we caught fish

While our mothers washed clothes

In the large widening rivers.

Our weekends always dawned

With dazling sunshine

With no bulldozers, earth movers

And steam rollers.

We gamboled in the pastures,

Thrilled by kites

Swooping down suddenly.

We ran, laughed, clapped hands, danced

Rolled on the grass green

And relaxed braiding each other’s hair.

We shared the same delights

And the same terrors.

We held marriages of our dolls,

And their babies were not born

By in vitro fertilization.

We just put a smaller doll

Under the frilled frock of the bigger doll.

Our family expanded.

We had the experience and the expertise

To look for food.

We knew the road map to the woods.

Uniting ourselves behind a historic mission,

We headed forwards,

So independent, so inter-related,

Under the guarded looks of the elder ones.

We plucked guavas, mangoes, berries

Of all kinds and tastes,

Always exploring, always finding.

It was a roller coaster ride

And the adrenaline kick was unbelievable.

Our doors were never locked

Nor did our yards have walls.

We never wore halter tops

Flip flops and jeans.

Barefoot, we walked on roads

Brown with crushes red banyan fruits

And our clothes were either

Too big or too small

Always out of fashion.

We were respectful towards parents,

Teachers and elders,

Compassionate towards animals,

Kind to the poor and differently able,

The sick and the babies.

Like nature we always had something

To give to the hungry and the thirsty.

Sometimes, when I look

At the colony of ants nibbling the bread

Or the white swans paddling in the lake,

I think of those children

Deprived of mother and father

Like old clothing left to

Disintegrate quietly in an attic

Leading a life of missed opportunities.

pramila khadun

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About pramilakhadun

I am the holder of a Bsc degree in Food and Nutrition from S.N.D.T University,Pune,India.Have taught this subject in a private institution for almost thirty-five years.Currently, I am retired and travel alot with my husband Raj, daughters Dr Rajnee and Priyum and son Airline Captain.Had my first book of poetry published by Minerva press, London and other two in Mauritius.More coming soon.I love poetry and enjoy reading poems of poets across the world and I feel Destiny Poets is the right place for me.

12 thoughts on “The golden era of our childhood days

  1. Pushmaotee Subrun

    Nostalgic golden period of mirth and laughter in childhood beautifully portrayed in ‘The golden era of our childhood days’.

  2. amitapaul

    An enticing poem about a well worn subject which becomes new in the hands of every poet due to the uniqueness of individual experience

  3. Madhumathy

    A nostalgic take on the bygone era of naive pleasures we enjoyed as children and the present contrast cyber world provides.


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