So many years have passed, since
then.
But seems as if its been just
yesterday.
Though I remember few days vividly,
the rest are scattered and castaway.
Yet in the lonely timeless
afternoons,
I ponder over, what’s gone by and
past.
Everyone fades away in recap of
images,
its me who remains in at last.
I go on to change the bygones,
the memories, possibly if I could.
Ah, they would not change nor move,
as if they are made from wood.
Now as they are, they remain with
us,
to share with others and so on.
For what I couldn’t alter somehow,
I’ll just prefer to forget and move
on.
I wouldn’t exchange those days,
with the illusions of west.
Or even with the mysteries of east,
because that’s the time, life was
best.
Neither can they be traded with,
what are other worldly treasuries.
For reason that, the days are mine,
and they are my fond, lovely
memories.
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