Drops of Echoes
It's a very dim rainy day,
All looks so quiet and yet gay.
For others I can't probably say,
But I, on chair, by window, lay.
The past echoes with childhood joys:
Calls me to be free, one more time.
An empty dream, I realize,
And a tear rolls, "goodbye eyes..."
It's nostalgic: the memories they bring.
It's romantic: the life we hearty cling.
"Why is life so mysterious being?"
All I am answered is, rain can't sing!
-SURAJ (09/06/2010)
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