On My Return From London

On my return from London Happiness of meeting dears and then the pain of parting; My longings fail to give up to the things most heartening; Back to memory lane .... When Sun rose with tender smiles and opening of those little eyes; As giggles marked end of the day with everyone draped in clay; Those were the days ... When we were purely at will appetite of the chimney and grill, Holidaying whole day through with melody of lyrics imbued; Those were the days .... Then thick books kept us awake getting up in the mornings late, So many questions, how, when and why? till curious mind rested to tunes of lullaby; Those were the days ... Time has flown, memories remain over the years wasn’t tough terrain; Colourful person turned to drip solitude hits hard like a whip; These are the days .... My soul stays there as I halfheartedly return, Putting smile on the face while those irresistible tears burn. Written July 31, 2020 © Dr Upma A. Sharma