These Days Our Thoughts Are Much Clearer…

A rose for you.

These are times that awaken our senses,

As we have rested, we begin a revolution inside of ourselves,

We cry out loud, our fears so very real: – Bring back the world of before,

Before the time of the invented homicide,

Before life was numbered by the hours,

When daybreak dawned, the rat-race began,

It shaped our lives, our thoughts and our minds.


I remember my days as a child,

The friendly seas were my haunt and haunting,

I would sit for hours even after sunset,

Because the Sea stirred peacefully with each tide.


Do you remember your days as a child,

When the flowers crept up your window sill,

The gardens below, they were lush and green,

They created an aura of intrigue.


People were people of course,

They were however of simple minds,

They sipped their tea, while the ovens baked bread,

They accepted the beauty of poverty.

So someday, they would know of a simple childhood that inspired their simple lives.


Unlike the days of yesterday,

Our tomorrows now lie in the way we treat our today,

We have lost generations to an uncertain future.


-shobana- All rights reserved. Copyright@shobana2020

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