Before we grew up…
Light passes through the droplets,
Rainbow brings some hope.
Kids dance, like in trance.
Joys of water , ripe crop in the farms,
The smell of sand, breeze hitting the arms.
Splashing water, games insane.
That all when we were kids,
Now the mud ruin the shoe…
Attitude change, situations don’t.
Things which used to amuse,
Now don’t impress anymore.
Twinkles die in the hearts,
Wrinkle is what we have.
Fading Meta 