Memory Poem by Shafee Pitafi

That was an utmost era of learning,
When we could do everything,
The angry mood was like the cap to have it over the head,
All heat and all cold were bearable,
Of nothing were we deprived and,
Everything was capricious.
Loneliness never asked us to sit with,
We even were busy with our moods.
Ahh! I cannot forget that prologue of my life,
Where I was with no epilogue.
Humbleness and coyness were my lessons,
I was indoctrinated to speak a lot.
Each prose and every poem is the reflection of that sort,
All historical novels reflect us.
The romance of our room I still feel,
Stillness and guffaw were the music.
We sang it together,
Later, came to codify another character,
The boldness of naughtiness was not the error,
Capturing and captivating each other chuffed us.
Sometimes, were as hard as stone,
And each reflected the same tone.
Eating and drinking altogether,
Consuming and disturbing altogether.
Oh! I miss those beautiful and hard chapters,
Taught me the life of all ways
Some compulsions won over us and remained apart,
Where placidity was taught.