The shade that doesn’t shed,
the bond that never fades,
I wish to revert back,
back to the walks,
walks with laughter and
tall talks,
stormy showers to delightful drizzles,
yet never stopped the giggles.
the wheels of time,
that’s neither thine nor mine,
nevertheless, the moments align,
to make the memories shine,
the memories from
nights black to mornings bright,
from dusky dreams to beautiful daylights,
from weird wishes to wishing
just for city lights.
Everything seems like yesterday,
as these echoes do stay,
stay within forever,
gleaming gradually,
but fraying, just never.
Gayatri Mohapatra
2020-2022
