Remembering the old days is not a part of mine,
but still I remember the old art of the time.
I used to crawl when I am 8 months old and all my own,
to explore the world which I haven't known.
I used to ask what is this,
what is that,
but still not aware why is this,
why is that.
I grew and what attracts me was
cartoons, Mr Bean and Mr Frank,
was number 1 in the rank.
Doremon and Perman was adorable man,
Shin Chan and Hugemarru was mischievous brats and Mogli and Chacha Chaudhry done a marvelous jobs in our breath.
Few years later cartoon has lost its craze,
what is active in the race is fantacy, horror and adventurous novels,
Ruskin Bond, Ronald Dahl is all time favorite,
and Nancy Drew,Goosebumps is 100% in the rate.
Parents acts as a support,
for everyone in there life,
whenever I fell they encourages me to stand up all alone and making me brave,
as they will not stay with me till my grave.
After that what is ahead is not memorable for me,
as I turn 65 from 3.
Now I am lying in my bed and rather counting my left days I am Remembering The Old Days
©unknownid
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