Sometimes - Poem by Rahul Aithal
Life zips through, and years appear blur,
tunes once sung, sound like a mutter.
Sometimes I ask, were they musical?
play them again, my heart seems dull.
Faded may be, memories of childhood,
vivid remain, the mischief of the youth.
Sometimes I wish I could go back to school,
re-live those moments with friends or fools.
chirped as freed birds and danced like monkeys,
and sometimes we swam the roughest of seas.
Sometimes I behaved, quite like an insane,
completely wild, time and again.
Sometimes I shouted, or moaned and whined,
but good or bad, time doesn't rewind.
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