I Wish Those Days Back.... - Poem by Roshni Menon
It is another moonlit night,
And here I am, wishing everything to be right,
Here I am, hoping for the good times spent,
Together, they came and they went.
Here I am, thinking of the good times,
When we were together and everything was nice,
When you made me laught to my heart’s content,
When you made sure that my sorrows went,
When you held my hand and did’nt let go,
When you made me know what I wanted to know,
When you made me cry and then confess,
That all you wanted was a little mess,
When you pestered me to my life’s end,
And with your smile, you made that trend,
When you made me blush, and I turned red,
When you gave a friendly pat on my head,
When you lit my face with your smile,
When you gave me such god moments to pile.
Those moments were too good to be true,
I realised that only when I lost you.
To think that they would never happen again,
Is indeed the greatest pain.
For those were the times that gave me pleasure,
Those moments that I still treasure.
They remind me of how you were there,
Once, to give all the love and care.
Because, now that you have gone away,
They are all that can make my day.
I still cannot believe that you are gone,
That you have left me all alone.
I gave you my heart, I gave you my life,
I gave you all that I had back then.
Now that you’re not here, there’s nothing left,
Except for the tears that I have wept.
I don’t know why I keep crying for you,
Maybe, its because, that’s all I can do.
For you were my love, my life, my soul,
You were my hero, in a major role.
If you can hear me, my wish is this,
I want you back, because, you a lot I miss.
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