those were the years

Those were the years

Trees plenty on the roads

I could feel the cool air

Brushing down my hair

I could walk

Sometime I cycle

I didn't feel the heat

I didn't feel the smog

Those years we talked

Playing chess under the tree shade

Those village years

Now the boyhood friends all gone

Watching the temple mediums

Celebrating birthdays of the gods

The drums and cymbals hit the sound

The beats of dancers round

In the village of many colours

Some stay to watch the cultures

Nobody talked about religions

The sound and noise it made

Everyone respect each other

The way of life in the village

The pak kua of unity

The differences but united as one

Those years had gone

I could only recall

The memories of those years

The gifts of my journey