Travelling to the past…tiptoeing
back to soft, tender days of miracle,
which disappeared like crimson
rays of dusk gradually spread an
aura of apparent everlasting peace
with birds homecoming...
cocooned by mother’s love, and
father’s affection…protected
by doting siblings, a poignantly loving
and giving, blissful childhood!
Life is not a perpetual dream,
easy, and flowing, soothing, and calming…
The breeze which lulls, may
turn into wild, torturous, blustery...
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