Begone Days

Begone Days short poem

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BEGONE ERA

Memories of Childhood are like
a shining diamond in the chain of events

Children of different era have
different set of memories

Tested and cherished children’s games of one particular era
are sure to supercede games of the children of all other era

TV,Mobiles and entertainments were then unheard of
It was only play ground and trees that were required of

Games of this particular era neither
costed no money nor was it a luxury

Games that were played were plenty
most of it were outdoors and less of it indoors

The game of throwing of small flat stone to dismantle bulk of cigarrete cover packs
The game of marbles dropping into the small crater like hole
The game of kite flying in the skies
The game of ball aiming at the back of one other
The game of shells sliding over the palms
The game of sharp iron rod thrusting in to pierce the ground
The game of closing eyes of one with a cloth to search the other
The game of jumping from one branch of tree to another
The game of swinging and turning the oval shapped woodl with a long thread
and so on…

Playing such games made them physically strong and mentally alert

The present era is unfortunate to have missed those golden games
and are without any physical or mental activities and they are made
IMMOBILE thanks to the unfortunate invention called – MOBILE phone

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I am a retired Engineer from the Government of Karnataka and now 64 year old. post retirement I fancied to write in 3 languages namely English,Hindi and kannada. I have written several poems,short stories etc and have published two books namely ""Tri bhasha Kritigalu and Rampys vision on lifes mission and now it has become passion for me to continue writing. I have also developed several software computer programmes covering Technical,medical and general programmes
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