The old whites now feel better than the new grey..,
The bliss belonging to the good old memories have now became time's prey..,
But thou don't need to fear about this time's regime..,
As these lines I wrote for you will make you outshine the wrath of this cruel time..
Even this moon never remains the same..,
Change will always there be it the pain or rain...,
Hence through this youth's course thou must leave this coy..,
Otherwise this beautiful bliss of thine will be wasted like the Helen of Troy..,





© Saniya Vashistha