Where are the days
when they were all mine
and i had those toys
at eight or late nine..
Where are the times
when angels of delight
took me in their arms
to make it all right..
where are the moments
when i had those guns
who killed my torments
and healed my burns...
I behold those scenes
in nostalgic dreams
that bring smiles to my face
though my heart, it screams..
can i bring back those times
relive those days
rewrite those rhymes
restage those plays......! !
prashant shaurya
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-chosen-relation/
