Pretty past days

 Pretty past days


How shall I forget thee
What a fantastic role played thou hast
O my pretty past days...
The diplomat of time
True the truant
Of all experiences..
Glittering in grey
And valiant frays...
I saw.. I remember
A score of honeyed strings
One by one in a chain..
I mused... did hold the playback strings.
Record of all winter chills
For two times ten...
Listening to thy throbs
I sat under the lush Jamun tree...
Feeling the music of my heart my dear
I have caressed thy soft width free...

 By Satchidananda Mishra