Return Me Then - Poem by Nachiketa Deb
It's twenty years today,
I reflect on the silver days,
When we were young, our voices strong.
And the world followed our ways.
Memories of the patient hand
That stroked my back so i understand
That life is good,
As i stood, outside the door.
Learning ways of standing tall
Being there being strong for all
At beck and call, pray need say more?
The scarlet light of the morning sun
Falling on tired eyes at 4am
The game of cards,
The queen of hearts, the melancholy song
Womanizing, inspite of leers
The lingering taste of my favourite beer
Pack of fags,
Always up for grabs, late nights, never long
Friends for ever, friends will be
In my heart eternally,
Joy and fame,
Remind of them, theirs is it all.
Twenty years, it has passed
The i of youth has been masked,
It is dusk,
But still i ask, Oh God return me then.
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