THE DAYS

There were days
When happiness meant chocolates
And
Fairy tales seemed real
Fun meant playing
And
Dreams were clear
Pain meant wounds
And
Toys were dear
We were full of life
With no woes and fear

Now are the days
With dilemma all around
Pressure at its peak
And
No good sounds
Time seems less
And
We all are bound
Smiles vanishing
And
Tensions being crowned
We are full of tiffs
With ups and downs

There will be days
With everything balanced
Faces chirping
And
Happiness gallon-ed
Time to spend
And moments to capture
Concerned hearts
And respect all gathered
Monotony diminished
And
Options on a platter
We will be full of life
With nothing to shatter