Gone are those golden days My unforgettable girlhood days;
The delight of roaming with friends On the wide roads,
with the fresh breeze blowing,
Bougainvilleas peeping from both sides,
the mosaic colours of red, yellow and white.
No fear of eve teasing,
No fear of vehicle rush;
Expecting a beautiful car to cross,
We friends giggled hearing an occasional horn.
O beautiful Bhubaneswar roads!
How we loved to run on your wide chest,
And cycling in rows!
Now I am afraid of stepping on you,
Oh! The crowd, the vehicles, and the sound…
O God! Gone are those sweet days,
I miss those serene sober ways.

Written by Charulata Panigrahi

Charulata Panigrahi is a homemaker. In her free time, she likes reading the works of Indian authors. She is also fond of gardening.