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Old is Gold

As I turn back the pages of my diary
A feeling of utter nostalgia I sense
When I recall the golden moments of my life
All those glorious moments and memorable instances

Gone with the wind are those days of old
When I whistled along with the rising sun
Watched birds open their wings to nature's call
And heard the world stirring to join life's run

Those hours I'd spent with music and melody
My heart singing and dancing in its rain
Beating faster to the moving rhythm
Probably skipping a beat now and then

Those minutes that passed ever so slowly
As the strained eyes searched for the sign
Of spring and sunshine, blossoms and rain
To come and grant all wishes of mine

Those seconds in which I'd forgotten myself
Gaping at nature's wonderful creations
When I felt I were a part of their soul
Unable to take charge of most of my emotions

Will I ever sense such happiness again
Will spring bring me as much joy
Could I recapture those innocent feelings
Of a young heart, pure, naive and shy!

(c) Lakshmi Prabha Matham
Hyderabad, India
July 1, 2001

 

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