Back in the seasons of youth,
I see and fondly remember.
The days of love did soothe,
embedded in my heart forever.
We picked up coloured pebbles,
and etched our names on it.
Threw it back in rubbles,
and doing so fondly repeat.
Rivers with colours of its own,
become one with nature's doing.
Now they to each other known,
destined to meet even before knowing.
Now embark on a journey new,
together with a renewed force.
Lucky are those so very few,
who define life to take its course.
Prasenjit©1997-2012
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