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“Remember Me?”--- is all what I ask

But If remembrance is a hard task

Then, bid farewell-

To make me feel

In the midst of my future and past, there lies a fence;

Of the golden days of my adolence.


Days of my transitory youth in rural meadows

Are lost in the clusters of husky shadows.

Enjoyed my life in the epitome of entertainment.

Wanted to stay long in the bowl of refinement.


But, now; in a dilapidated urban cage

Whenever I cast a longing lingering look

To the past page

I discover myself in the reality

Of the grim truth of mutability

So, age, you old gipsy man to make stay

Remove your caravan just foe one day.