Memory-Great Old Days

We remember innocent days

Street plays

Barefoot running

And dance when raining all over

 

School days were really a golden period

When we avoided

Hate and jealousy

And acted obediently

 

Youth brought little seriousness

But face brightened

It gave the sense of responsibility

And little insight into humanity

 

College days stay different

And present

Little careless behaviour

But not at the cost of honour

 

Memories are dear

When we hear

About old friends

And know more about their later trend

 

The human journey is the best memory

We always thank an almighty

For our vulnerability

Still, memory remains the memory.