An Old Photograph

You are dusted enough

To be called an old photograph

But still, you look effective enough

To make me travel through the lane of memories in no time 

You may have spent years in my locker

Hiding the key to unbox the recalls 

Revealing the old days;

We thought we hardly survived 

Who knew prevailed the best days lived,

A glance of you,

Wants me to relive the days;

With the most annoying people in this world;

Who may or may not remember my existence;

Or have you as I did, still a glimpse of you ;makes me go through a,

Cyclone of sentiments.