Writer- A Juniors!
Ever written on those small strips,
A long and deep word,
Of those great old trips,
And memories that occurred?
Ever tried writing about that smell,
Which sticks in the mind,
Leaving you behind a spell,
To feel that essence and let you rewind?
Ever written about that light,
Which falls in the evening time,
A gentle fall of delight,
With the smell of soil, it gets to its prime.
Today I opened my memories,
Kept on those pencil shavings,
Where I have described those glories,
Which fade before my eyes.
If writing means to cry,
Then I don't want to try,
Writing means to...