The Trains
Like the matchboxes linked
By a child at play
The bogies trailing and tumbling
Getting drawn.
Whistling and coming,
The tracks resonant with
Covering of the distance speedily
And approaching of the station.
The Radio
A wonder it was,
The people in the country
Sitting in the courtyard
Hearing news bulletins
And listening to songs
With a great interest at night
Even from neighbourhood
Returning late,
Requesting to change frequencies.
The Cinema Hall
Walkie-talkies,
Motion pictures,
Was it
With the focus
Falling, cast over
And the reels
Rotating
And the shows
Matinee,
Evening,
Night,
With a great rush
At the ticket counter
The talks of the yore
Perhaps nowadays
And the people going
To enjoy
Once upon a time.
Very topical... but time changes and so do the machines! Nobody uses a type writer now. We loved to better our hand writing. Today we key the words directly. Romance of old life is missing! Thank you, Bijay babu for bringing the oft experienced joys of yesteryears.
