Time is flickering , days are passing .
Trailing behind my memories flashing.
Days are gone when we were child ,
Living a life full with joy.
Dancing in rain and staring at sky,
was the most delightful moment of life .
Running behind those butterflies
were the best part of our life.
Life was joyous so were we,
living the moments till its peak.
But this carefree life of our’s ended,
as loads of book on our back hurted.
There came a life ,surrounded with books,
snatching away the fun we used to do.
But time wasn’t that much bad either,
telling us to take our life little farther.
In the midst of book ,we got our friends
with whom we could share our joy and pain.
Life became a celebration again,
when we got our childhood again.
Time would fly like air,
when we had friends to share .
The hours at school became happy again,
when we had friends tolerating the same .
The classes were not boring again,
as it included the endless gossips and games.
The period of leisure or period for game
were the most awaiting moment of our day.
Those bunking of classes and mocking at teachers
added the fun to our life together.
We created these moments together again
with all our colours of love and pain.
But time was moving, all the while ,.
making these moments ,memories for life.
The life ahead was not the same,
It had with it many obstacles and pain.
The day started and ended the same,
with the same boring schedule again.
The life had changed ,the days had changed
with the changing of time again.
The world was running so were we
behind those ” illusion” which were just dream.
But got nothing besides sorrow and pain
for it was just a ” DREAM “!
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