It’s October fourth and I feel cold,
I am afraid as I have grown old.
Life is long I used to think,
now it seems it was shorter than a blink.
Here I am remembering those days,
the beautiful life’s phase.
Riding my cycle on curved roads,
drawing with chalk on black boards.
Blowing candles on the birthday,
how happily my friends and I used to play.
Waking up early to watch cartoons on a
Sunday morning,
playing in the park till late in the
evening.
Reading stories and novels was more fun
than watching the latest Science-Fiction.
Waiting for Santa Claus on Christmas,
watching the color change of litmus.
Hearing the pop sound of Hydrogen
was even amazing than a huge explosion.
Playing cricket on a sunny day,
wishing the Summer Vacation to start form
May.
Sitting on the window seat of a train,
will these days ever return again?
How happy I was on getting a single rupee,
now all this wealth is of no use to me.
How fast I grew into an old man
who just used to sit under the ceiling
fan.
Counting his breath in the ICU,
don’t know why so fast I grew.
This will all pass so soon I wish I knew.
It’s October fourth and I feel cold
as slowly I turn into gold.
That golden star in the sky
which will shine without a sigh.
Before I go, I have a message to be told,
live your life happily as it will unfold.
It’s not always right to be bold.
As my spirit becomes free,
I will be taking all the precious memories
with me.
You can see my eyes’ spark
as I watch the children playing in the
park.
Sitting on the bench as I gaze,
here I am remembering those childhood
days,
the beautiful life’s phase.