Why have they gone, and where
Is all I ask of those who blare.
What were those days?
Were they filled with the sun's rays?
What heavenly days have left us?
It’s for you and me to discuss.
Unpolluted air, pure water
In life, isn’t it all that matter?
Cars flooding the roads
Water flooding into houses.
The cities, a concrete jungle.
Who destroyed the real jungle?
With no rhyme nor reason
You the cause of population explosion
High-rises on the backwaters
Colleges on the beds of rivers.
This was the scene of yesteryears
We, the victims of the ‘Good Old Days’.
Filter the air with a mask
Drink hot water from a flask
Do not play on the street
And catch a cold, the virus treat
You made our life
Forever a strife.
We the ones transplanting lung
Darkened with the smoke that hung.
Treating the minds and hearts that stress
The aftermath of the world you left in a mess.
Setting buoys in the deep oceans
To hear the whisper of the currents.
To sense the Tectonic Plates’ shake
With the dump you put in its wake.
The Covid pandemic was sinister
The fear of Death; it did administer.
The young sprang into action
And stood with the affected faction.
Each generation passes the buck
To the next, as if it was our ill-luck.
Shames us till our heads bowed;
But we only reaped what you sowed.
Every generation to take the reins
And be done with ‘Gone are the Days!’
