We are the last generation,
A couple of years, we will be extinction.
We never wore helmet,
Riding bicycles with whole heart.
We played outside without fear,
Knowing none will bother.
We never drank from plastic bottles,
A gulp anywhere, as it wasn't fatal.
Drinking water from water springs,
Without worrying with playful flings.
Shared our toys with others,
As all were our sisters and brothers.
No Security fences,
Not knowing what was offences.
We never had medicine cabinets,
Healthy eating, our regular habits.
Stalking our crushes,
Sending them unknown wishes.
True love was like a heaven,
Generations will miss those haven.
Eating all the chocolates & sweets
Not bothered about obesity, as it was treats.
No brand shoes, walking with bare foot,
playing, jumping & running, always cute.
Ate real and healthy food,
Each chosen by parents for our good.
Never knew what supplements were,
Even doctors medicine was rare.
Made our playing things,
With scarps, mud, sand and all things.
Gliding through the slides,
in playground, no security nor guards.
No phones, computers, Nor PlayStation
Had real friends, our plays, full of action.
The only tablet we had, when were sick,
We had many things to play, with no logic.
Going to school with backpacks,
Carrying the load of notebooks,
Getting beaten with cane sticks,
Escaping from teachers, were real tricks.
No calling or prior texting,
Surprise for friends, us visiting.
Relatives lived closely,
With love & bonding, made ties, as a family.
Photos were in Black and white,
We were always looking bright.
But the memories, were colorful,
Each moment we spent was cheerful.
Not worried about colors nor looks,
By age and numbers we were hooked,
We shall be remembered, as the last generation,
Who were filled with real human emotion.
We gave keen attention to our elders,
Whom we considered our life ladders,
Listening to flashback stories,
With grandparents, our memories.
An unmatched generation,
Which makes us responsible,
In sharing all things wonderful in life,
As the next don't spend theirs in grief.
Lets return to the basics,
To teach old ways of life and to fix.
Stop wasting time, for tv's and screens,
Care and love others, is what life means.
Put them gadgets down, and rise,
Start to look in each others eyes.
Take off your shoes, don't get spoiled,
Step your foot out, feel the soil.
Often, Use Thank You,
as a gratitude, make it a habit, new.
Involve with people, say I love you,
You will not regret, even if you have a few.
We the peoples,
born during 1950's to 90's,
We aren't special,
but a limited edition models.
Inspired by a post by Beautiful Words
Written by Sanji-Paul Arvind
My School Photo
Sacred Hearts Boys High School, Richmond Road, Bangalore
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