My heart longs for and misses,
the golden days and silvery nights.
The period of childish innocence,
wins youth in all quarrels and fights.
In my memory the events glitter,
with quivering emotions body shivers.
Deep beneath the ocean of past,
the brain finds, ever limitless heights.
Those playful but weird ways
have an ever fading, lovely image,
hide and seek, I play till date,
my fingers move, as if flying, kites .
In last phase of my forties,
outwards serious inwards naughty .
Is it only with me friends?
time and again this quest strikes..
-- -- -- -- -- ..Manoj Mehta
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