These Old Lanes

Our Old Lanes

We leave behind these lanes

Where we didn't ,happiness, feign

From now, catch away bound trains

And some in the future their speedy planes

We leave behind these lanes

In a corner among the classroom,bound

We lived, forever happy and sound

Hope someday we turn around

To remember all the sheer joy we found

Among the classroom bound

Where the mind knew no fear

Where every single inch seemed dear

In some cheeks flow a solitary tear

To recount all the wonderful cheer

The mind revelled without fear

With friendships built and cemented

None were seriously hated

Besides some teachers who created

A hard life for the ill fated

Through all this we fretted

But the bonds remained well plated

As we face these places again we see

Our youngerselves, so carefree

Now we grow away like a branched tree

Some free, some absolutely crazy

Those places again we see

We leave behind these lanes

Stay connected with a few friends

People follow their very own trends

Their careers they seek to mend

So empty seem those lanes!

-Shubham Chattopadhyay

Reviews

[ʝ ἶ l l]

Beautiful and the picture is cool.

[Shubham's View]

This was my first poem. Please excuse the immaturity.

[ʝ ἶ l l]

No it was good!

[Sid]

Very good write...the nostalgia of old carefree places from our childhood is very well brought out. We do indeed leave those fond memories behind and given our hectic all consuming lives we are never truly able to marvel at all those years in our much loved places with our dear friends of old...this poem gave me that sense of nostalgia...great work!!!

[Shubham's View]

Thank you sid! Memories are all we have in times of respite!

[Sid]

Agreed :)

[Sami Khalil]

As we face these places again we see
our youngerselves, so carefree.
A nice write.

[Shubham's View]

Thank you Sami!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome. Any time.

[MOON]

Beautifully expressed leaving our childhood , education behind to embark on a new future . We dont realise how precious those times are . Lovely write flow and rhymes.

[Shubham's View]

Than you, MOON, I can tell you it was written right from the deepest crevice in my heart the day I left school. Yes, you're absolutely right, they're the best time in our lives. And I almost forgot, thank you!

[S]

This is so good, there's such kindness and warmth in it :)
Your words took me right back into the past.

[Shubham's View]

Thank you so much! How I wish I could rewind God's tapes relive my childhood!