As if before me, here;
Their faces still, appear
Their merry laughter still resounds
As if me, they have ever found;
Their witty words still evoke thrill
Those sweetest moments still my bosom fills
Like lotus-buds floating on mountain
rills;
Those happy days we lived, not lazily
kill
What a rapid change Time has wrought!
Those friendly faces and smiles forever
lost
In Time’s fast sucking abyss
Those happy faces I always miss;
Like vanishing spirits in air
Now I saw them nowhere;
All of them melted like a faery dream
Those inspiring noble souls supreme
Whom I always cherish with regard
Like gods themselves they left without a
word
As days move on, many blows we should bear;
At anytime and anywhere;
Is this the gift or curse of growing
age!
No message or tidings we hope to receive
They have gone away on eternal leave;
Yet nothing can efface our intimate ties
Of what they spoke or did, a precious
prize;
Their friendly affection, their wit and
advice dear
Their struggles, smiles and tears so pure and
clear
Ever inspire me as their virtuous souls
And inspire me towards my destined goal;
Unforgettable their voices and faces I
feel
Those lively moments none can seize or
steal.
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19th March 2025 Somaseshu Gutala
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