The yards were flower filled and big,
The dusty roads were narrow,
Shady beneath gnarled old neem trees
Where nested crow and sparrow.
We preferred to play on the road,
It was unfenced,uncultivated, free.
(Seldom did a car pass through)
We played with sticks, and stones and mud,
Creating worlds, stretching minds,as we grew.
Learning to cycle,learning to fall,
Grownups interfered rarely, if at all.
We grew up and the world somersaulted—
Imagination was straight jacketed in plastic,
Instead of play yards,there are play dates indoors,
For the road is now six-laned
And what cannot be depicted on an electronic screen
Can never be explained!