once again frozen into the abyss of memories
Those naughty eyes which once
used to throb my heart
now remains only as an album snap
I searched in vain for those
nostalgic sweet words
which once poured as a
fresh rain into my parching soul
For i know not those are the history
which will never repeat again
There are the fresh meadows
for you to stray ...
Then why return to those
old fire struck hills
why return to those meadows which ceased
into ashes to fertile the soil.............
