LOST DAYS MY HEART ACHES FOR...
Days were green, when I played, wailed, a kid in the muddy roads of my village.
Where I lived with my grandmother, my godly mother, beauty of love that lies within.
She formed an image of cuddling in the lap with fondness, brushing hair, forming braids.
Told stories across continents, of emperors and fairies.
And recited poems from the Holy books, lessons of life and death.
Those days, we left, craving for cityroads, in the hope of becoming humans, as said,
In the race of painting future with scholastic visionaries, lies loss amidst gain
We aspired for ambition,
Yet lost , tranquility in the way.