NafisaSB

my lovely days have gone..

The thorn’s prick  no longer evokes a long-drawn sigh

The most intriguing question no longer evokes a curious little ‘why’

Satiated as I am, with life’s joys and sorrows

I am no longer concerned with waiting for the morrows.

Once I was young, ah, once I was young,

Once I was humble, and once highly-strung

Life then for me was sheer enchantment and joy

It lasted much longer than an unbreakable toy.

Today, I sit back and reflect on the past

Which was boundless, corner-less, and oh, so vast

Now my day is filled with dreams of yester-years

Which still a slow, but responsive nerve, stirs.

Gone are my days, gone with the wind

I was not very virtuous – I know I had sinned

My memory like a rubber-band stretches on and on

Until a loud bang tells me that my lovely days have gone.