Those days, Aah!
I really remember those days.
Days, whom I cherish and-
who would be cherished,
till the end of mine few more days.
I know now, then too,
'time and tide wait for none',
But shouldn't there be exception,
for some.
So rapidly,
Those passing minutes
changed into days,
those short days into years.
and those happy moments,
into memories.
Hence,
sometimes, not always, while sitting alone,
I usually stumble but try
to get hold of some of those memory threads.
and fly back in time,
to the place where I really belonged.
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