By Aswathi Alias Krithika
Where’s the day? ,where’s the day?
The day I uses to fly without fears …
The day I used to live without tears…
There may be some ups and downs;
But it not make me moans…
Chirps of birds that starts my day,
Like them I speaks In a flawless way…
Tingling stars that made my night
Even in sleep my dreams to bright
When I spent my time with mine,
That heals my sores and make me fine…
all are at a distance now
These changes makes me feeling low..
Flood of memories that runs in thought
Only I gather and keep in a note.
By Aswathi Alias Krithika
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