Old Days
The sun was shiny as old days, the girl was walking as old days...
She finished with the school and going home, no one there for cairring ....
As old days......
She was walking around .....with singing a song ....lively living dreams of her own.....
Waiting for no one still she was slow...not wanted reach home early as old days....
She piks a long path ,and enjoying her gait with her dirty hand and a heavy beg.....
It was the same day as old days .......but she was not the same as old days....
Noon of march not hot not so cold but she feels like spring like a different good day..
That day of her life ....that noon she mates a guy....
The guy was from old days...but not as old days....
As they stand together ...talking to each other ....
It was some thing good from the old days....
That was a old day ...with a joy of new begnings ....
now they meet every day having lots of talks every day....
but its not the love as old days....
this frandship goes own till these days....
that was my best old day ....
having the best moments for my future days....
Copyright © Manu Singh Tanwar | Year Posted 2015
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