Those were the days when the world was mine. Those were the days when the world was mine.

Lucky are those Who repose Trust in god And walk on road Lucky are those Who repose Trust in god And walk on road

Unlucky maybe those Who choose not to pick up the thread Unlucky maybe those Who choose not to pick up the thread

CHILDHOOD is the aroma of each one in the neighbourhood!! CHILDHOOD is the aroma of each one in the neighbourhood!!

Then its your time to run again Even though the work is lot and strain Then its your time to run again Even though the work is lot and strain

A touching poem about loneliness in old age or when abandoned. Missing the ones gone in small, every... A touching poem about loneliness in old age or when abandoned. Missing the ones ...