Poetry

Mohit Sharma


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23 december 2011

'Golden days'

'A recurrent dream broken and I got awake, 
felt disquiet, figuring difference between real and fake.

that dream was nothing but the reflectance of those days, 
when worries holds' no meaning but happiness always embrace.

when thoughts were unbiased and imaginations were real, 
even those ideas were pure and the virtues ideal.

when winning and loosing were synonymous of smile and tear
when life carries everything except hatred and fear.

neither religion was important nor caste and creed, 
when notions blew from heart as minds remain freed.

where competing with friends was just a part of game, 
even on being seriously hurt while playing, nobody ought to blame.

where winning even peanuts equals conquering the earth, 
where neither 'me' nor 'you' but the word 'we' holds the worth.

where innocence and stubbornness both plays within veil, 
no matter whatever the condition, where truth always prevail.

when smiles were chased as the flower by the bugs, 
when life of the sorrow remains until the mother hugs.

now how much I miss them remains hard to measure, 
all I've left in hand now are those bunch of moments' treasure.

still wondering how and what to pay...? 
in order to relive back those true golden days.'






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