Those were my blessed days

The rattling sound of buildings, distantly heard

glides me down the path of memory lane

chirping the melody i never fail to heed

stood at the balcony, the fluttering little bird

high up on the sky, the sun seemed lazy

pouring down its shimmering orange gracefully

making me wonder if before the end of the day

it could ever reach the pinnacle of the sky

scorching down the bright yellow light

The days seemed long with daring ventures awaiting

the nights seemed to vanish by the wink of an eye

time withered along with the naive happiness

leaving behind nothing but darkness to embrace

They said those were the malgudi days

i say, those were my blessed days..
 
- Priyadharshini.S