The Twilight

The Twilight

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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.


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