Nostalgia

In the narrow lanes of yesteryears
I have lost #innocence and all of me

Sitting down on ground we would all eat
Master or her words, hard to decide,what was more sweet
She would burn her hand to pick hot paranthas
Busy in food we would hardly see

Sometimes there was barely for her
But her "Raja beta" could have more
It just looks now a simple folklore

My #nostalgia takes me to that wild laugh
When we the friends thought there was no one for us to stop
Those #friends drifted and friendships vanished like vapours in thin air
How badly I want to be once more there

The irony with nostalgia is it rides on wishes
Wishes to live a world gone by
A world rembered with #smiles and accompanied by #sigh!




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