Mohulbonee De
Walking Down the Memory Lane
Conundrums of the world,
consume us when;
compel us to remember
those carefree days.
Ages have it become
when the swings called for us,
the ground which we conquered
now belong to others.
The wish to become a man,
to roll the moustache with pride
has now transformed to sketch it down,
sitting on the benches side by side.
I wish time was not a tide,
flowing away like the jets we dreamt to ride.
Reminiscence has now become a bane,
while I walk down the memory lane.