As I flipped off the pages down the memory lane;
I reminisce a place full of gaiety and regale;
Of the mellow banters unfurled into noisy titters;
Of corridors echoed with boundless laughter’s.
With air so balmy swept the place;
Hatred was what all chose to replace;
Cherished with the abode so warm; so supple,
With spatters of love so adorable.
I wonder whether it was their charisma that enshrined
the haven?
Or it was the time masqueraded so humble?
As I flickered the page further curled aside;
Nonplussed was I; yet I kept denied,
Oh Good lord! Is that what I really see?
Or is it the time masqueraded so hostile?
The grass no greener as ever before;
Like the tides in sea as fragile as never before.
Of the sons and daughters who once abide their side;
Like the pearls on the shore strikingly bright.
No more a refuge they prefer to be on their plight;
Of miseries, of distress, of the ghastly boos;
Of the tears they shed; of their ailing blues.
Oh the pleasant reaps that once were gold;
Awashed by the plaintive wails so bemoaned.
Amid the path so mundane;
Of wails where nobody puts a gesture of trail;
Oh Good Lord! I wonder how it really could be?
Or is it the time masqueraded to be mild this time?
With a heavy sigh I see a glimpse;
Of a stand though feeble yet no blinks,
Of the bold heart they vow to stride;
To fetch the void, of harmony, full of reprise.
With keenness pinned at their solicitous eyes;
To uphold the pillars of their castle of premise;
Of their far-flung dreams they aspire to knit;
Of the earthly vows they strive to meet.
No matter they bereft of all their priceless brood;
Upright they stand with all their heart so brewed;
Let bygones be bygones by they believe to be true;
Ah! It is just a part of life they say with pride;
To be ended with all smiles within a night!!!
