O those days!
How Canst one forgets,
Pray,
Those days of our going to hills,
Praying at the hall, before the sun rises,
After sun sets,
O those days!
How Canst one forgets,
Pray,
Those days of camaraderie and Joys
Our becoming children, filled
With fun , laughter and joined hands,
O those days!
How Canst one forgets,
Pray,
Wintry morns coming to our beds,
Filled with blossoms aromatic
And the mist enveloping us, the Lodge!
(*Note: the photograph attached is Taken by me, from a friend's , a brother's post, with whom one had spent many many hours together at RKMRC , Narendrapur, Kolkata, Shri /Mr. Mrinmoy Pratihar, )
Lovely.Beautiful expression. Thanks dear for offering such a nice present to mind.
ReplyDeleteLovely.Beautiful expression. Thanks dear for offering such a nice present to mind.
ReplyDeleteLove n hugs bro! Wishes , let's meet up, we all friends , somewhere, Canst we(?)
ReplyDeleteWe meet everyday, atop the mountain of memories, upon the valley of heart
ReplyDeleteAnd yet you feel alone, dear, just 'cause we stay apart!
Wish you looked at me, as the moon does the mountain top,
Wish I hug you from here, as fogs do when mountains sob.
We meet everyday, atop the mountain of memories, upon the valley of heart
ReplyDeleteAnd yet you feel alone, dear, just 'cause we stay apart!
Wish you looked at me, as the moon does the mountain top,
Wish I hug you from here, as fogs do when mountains sob.
Beauty, aren't we.
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