Fine

Gone are the days without pain,
When there was no mental strain.
All was fantasy,
Had no identity,no fame.

Then one was busy requiring,
Later started enquiring,
And reached a stage of acquiring.

Then one played with kind friends,
Now one plays with selfish friends.

Then life was colourful,

Now people are colourful.

Fine days are gone,
Fine days have arrived.
With these taxing eyes,
How fine would it be
To live the lives?

-Forum Shah