The Acute Nostalgia
Possessing a seat in the balcony ,
The quaint smartphone shows it is 2090.
Face frightfully wrinkled , hair pale ,
Bones feeble , hands holding a cup of ale ,
Heart beating , brain engaged in some tail.
Ears engrossed in the tunes of BTS ,
Yes , I still remember the days I had
With my lads.
Some are dead , some on the deathbed ,
Memories are started being led.
A wide grin across the face
Eyes are closed to relive the race.
Memories hit back 2019,
Dreams thick while bodies thin .
Pals plenty , jokes lame
Naughtiness without any shame.
Engaged in Instagram , Youtube and Twitter
Seriousness halted never , being a litter .
We were in the ninth standard ,
Gradually being upgraded from nerd .