One day when the sun won't shine,
Clouds will gather and the ivies twine,
Sitting by your airy window,
Thoughts will swim like a minnow..
Will your mind go back to the time, when ,
You made paper boats when it used to rain,
Passengers were ants and spiders and bugs,
Ma's tea and fritters , grandma's warm hugs..
The makeshift swing by the willow tree,
Not so little but the child was free,
Breathing in the patrichor,
Still smells the same but not like before,
Finders are no more keepers,
Books are no more best friends,
Children now are not like children back then..
So much to feel, so much to think..
So much to remember while you swill down your drink..
Staring out your window, you try not to drown in your sorrow..