A Tinge Of Past Poem by Rajan T Renganathan

I would say glorious past will never return except via memories. I agree with my friend Kelly, as we grow we isolate from the young lot.

As we age, we become more isolated and see the past as a fairy tale. All the more reason to fully enjoy each moment of now.

Here past is more joyous than present as the memories indicate the glorious past. At present we are in the end of the life. A beautiful poem nicely executed.10

Bit nostalgic. Nice write

Wonderful Rajan I cannot say anymore

Fantastic write........

a marvelous post portraying memory of past....ten star

a bitter reality. loved reading every bit of it.