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The Twilight
The Twilight
Often in dusk, down the lane
Late memories of golden time arose
Some breezy some ecstatic yet insane
As the eventful day draws to a close.
A flashback of childhood pleasures
Seizes my heart to a still
The innocent deeds a treasure
Vacancies by sweet smiles are filled.
Mirth of childish quarrels encompass
My isolated mind and soul
Fond memories shatter like a glass
Digging inside me a hole.
Companions with whom this bond I share
Have scattered on the country map
Motionlessly down
the street I stare
Longing for a friendly tap.
Loneliness that dwells within me
Strikes like thunder on a stormy night
The thought of my friends returning to me
Has enclosed my heart with utter delight.
How emotional life is, sometimes I think
With mixed emotions and yet on course
But emotions fade away in a blink
Leaving the deep scars to remorse.
Thus in dusk, down the lane
Golden memories of late time arose
Some breezy some ecstatic yet insane
As the eventful day draws to a close.
