Old days sometimes
Appear at odd times
Like a sparrow from faraway land
Perched on the windowsill of my mind
A smile crosses my lips
Seeing it there
Waiting for me to feed it
Memories wait
To become part of the present
I sit down, pen in hand
Scribble something,
Cry a few tears
Laugh a few laughters
Close the book and then walk away
The sparrow then flies away
Back to where it came from
Only to return on some other day!
lovely poem..
ReplyDeleteDi ... aapko pata hai sparrows extinct ho gye hai :|
ReplyDeletejust like old memories
Nice!
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed this poem!
hey arti awesome awesome awesome..anything else i say is just not that good enough for this poem...superbly fantastic thought
ReplyDeleteThank you, Nidhi. Good to see you here :)
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Haan jaanti hoon ke kam ho gaye hain mobile towers etc. ke wajah se par mere bro ke room ke window ke baahar roz aati hain for food and water :)
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Thanks, Margie.
ReplyDeleteGood to see you here
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Thanks, Ani
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