The Poetic Meanders

The Poetic Meanders
The Teesta River - captured by Parth Adhikari

Friday, 28 August 2015

When We Were Happy



  When We Were Happy




When there was a mud trail through the verdure
Which caressed the painted sky on each end,
We rode fast on our bicycles and dreams;
It was then that we were happy, my friend.

When there was a casserole to be shared
Sitting aloof where the river danced a bend,
We whiled away time looking at wavelets;
It was then that we were happy, my friend.

When there was a sweet shade under the bough
Without contrivances to apprehend,
The splay of our palms reached the cotton clouds;
It was then that we were happy, my friend.

When there was nothing to notice missing
And not a care in the world to attend,  
Milestones standing on mountains to sit on;
It was then that we were happy, my friend.

Now you are gone: those days bygone. Where -
With all this wisdom I can’t comprehend.
But, some day when our souls decide to meet
Is when we will again be happy, my friend.