The sun sets and rises in the next morn
With the bright rays in the fresh dawn
You, too, lost from me and never born
To fetch again, the days of joy and fun
Cascading your hair in the gentlest breeze
You came running when I missed
Hiding behind the rosy bushes and green trees
You used to sing accompanying these
Glimpses of those smiles on your cute countenance
Comes one after next in my dreams and reverie
Beauty is momentary, moment is beautiful
You were beautiful, so became momentary?
You got freedom but I am still caged
Inside the snare of your sweet remembrances
What shall I call it â?? poison or panacea?
Bygones torture while I sink in nostalgia.
