Swasti Solanki, Class X D
This is a story of how we grew up,
Not in a city, but in a forest dump.
Years ago, when we were blooming buds,
All we used to do, was to play in mud.
No school, no rules, no phones, no screens,
Just living in our own wildest dreams.
All play – no work was our gang’s theme,
Follow the monkeys on the trees of neem.
Swimming together in dirty ponds,
Further strengthened our friendship bonds.
Life without glamour and show,
No creed, no greed, not a single foe.
“I wish, I wish with all my heart,
To fly with dragons in a land apart.”
Hand in hand, wandering around,
Looking for a world beyond.
Oh those beautiful years of life,
Vanished in no time.
No slums, no huts, no ponds, no trees,
Now all I have is their memories.
How I wish I had a wand,
To turn concrete back to where I was born.
