fading memories!

Fading memories
(another of my school time poem)

I remember those days
when i used to play with my friends
with water , on hills and on muddy lands
we were not abide by any rule
neither at home , nor at school
we used to play so many games
and use to call our friends ,
with so strange names
things we did were out of logic
even a fire fly was some kind of magic
Sunday was the day we used to wait
'cause that day we didn't have to see the grim school gate
we had no tensions of exams
'cause answers were written on our palms
we used to run after butterflies
defended our self from elders , with sweet lies
no lust greed, jealousy or hunger for fame
for us every one was equal and same
ah..
but now days have changed
i wish those days could be regained.........