GloMag GloMagApril2020 | Page 109

NOSTALGIA When I cast my eyes on my past Memories of childhood rush in fast As white clouds wander in an autumn sky, They touch my mind and bruise my heart Those days of hesitant school going And the mischief made with naughty buddies Leaping into the village pond in summer days Hide and seek played at the uncle's place All those days of fun and frolic 109