Poetry

Good, Old Days

Friendships and relationships are confined in WhatsApp groups.

Love starts from the heart and ends at the pocket these days.

Let me cherish a few memories, when in the evenings ,

we loved to see in the same direction for the same fate each day,

Memories of my childhood are as fresh as mountain air,

still soothe my heart in depressing times.

I opened all the windows to know if there was a gust of wind,

bringing Some fragrance from the good old days.

© Maya

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