My Days Of Yore
In the days of yore,
what else one could ask for;
During those moments of ours
you were just mine and I was yours.
They were neither more nor less,
those days were fearless as well;
Let us stop for a while and ponder,
What was that, that kept us closer?
My advancing steps turn wise,
often gets slow sometimes,
to look back and to see beyond,
hope can move mountain they reckon.
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Dr. Nikhat Bano
Friday, February 8, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: nostalgia