Those were the days

Those were the days

When there was neither stress nor strain

And I used to enjoy my journeys by train.

 

There were no weather-etched faces

Or the pains and aches of livelihood

Though all women cooked with firewood.

 

By the fireplace, the nuts were roasting

And bursting with the beauty of sounds

Enticing our attention to our gowns.

 

My grandmother related stiries superb

Conjured by her creative imagination

Of Christ and his crucifixion.

 

No one was brutalized or ostracized.

We were all so happy and content

And our actions were of good intent.

 

We celebrated unabashedly the wedding

Of our dolls dressed in blue and pink,

The beauty of which cannot be written in ink.

 

We lived authentically and happily.

While our mothers cooked the food,

We played joyfully in the woods.

 

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.

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