in my ancient ears.
The moments we hugged,the blunders we did,
still flaunt ,linger and leer.
I look back and see the breaths I took
And smiles I shared in clime of charm.
No one stayed along with me
and time turned us into a warrior unarmed.
From a kid to a child into a man
I walked throgh the stairs of age.
jealous of losing the last I lived
on the yellow fragile pale past page
Soon my life will come to an end
As everybody lives and quietly go.
How much i wonder at the riddle unsolved
Which has a missing piece always to know.
We cry,we weep and wipe our tears.
With time we learn to forget the years.
Rind of my soul getting thicker and dried.
Vintage of my life,will it be cached inside?
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