Those days...

Recently I read a beautiful poem which reminded me of those lost , old days when life was simple. What ever people meant they said it.Friends were not only for taking help, they signified something unique, something special . Where true happiness had nothing to do with achievement, where no one would ever think of betraying a friend, where life was just how it was. Where once a thing said was a line written on a stone, where passions ran high on a single cricket match, where you didn't have to think twice before asking a friend for crashing at dere place or even for a movie , where people had more to say than to think, where friends were not practical and came to your help even when they had nothing to gain from u , where the concept of give and take had not been invented.....Where are those days....where are those lovely wonderful days .....
The poem which inspired me to write this is as follows:-

I Want To Go Back To The Time
When INNOCENCE Was NATURAL,
Not FAKE.
When GETTING HIGH Meant On A SWING,
Not PROMOTIONS.
When DRINKING Meant RASNA ORANGE,
Not BEERS Or WHISKEYS.
When DAD Was The Only HERO,
Not DEPP Or TOM.
When LOVE Was MOM’S HUG,
Not The GIRL-FRIENDS’.
When DAD’S SHOULDER Was The HIGHEST PLACE On The Earth,
Not Your DESIGNATION.
When Your WORST ENEMIES Were Your SIBLINGS,
Not Your MANAGER.
When The Only Thing That Could HURT Were BLEEDING KNEES,
Not The TEARS Falling Down Your Cheeks.
When The Only Things BROKEN Were TOYS,
Not The DYING HEARTS.
And When GOOD-BYES Meant TILL TOMORROW,
Not For YEARS & YEARS.
Life Has Changed A Lot. And The People Too.
But The Thing Is That We Don’t Want To Accept It!
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This is dedicated to Life how it keeps changing sometimes for the better , other times for the worse.