Gone Days
Gone are those sweet days
Which left their traces in mind;
Lovely are their faint rays,
Though they never make a rebind.
Alas! If days were birds,
I would keep them in cage,
And fly back to reminiscent past
To meet my kin of gone days.
The wheel of lovely time past
Would move and repeatedly sways
To give the nectar of suave days,
Whose memories still linger and outlast.
- - - - Rajpal Singh
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