Just an eight letter word to say
Pricks like a sword till today
Which is always a part of past
And fills our heart and mind with thirst
For those days which are already gone
Where we had once lived upon
Some of wreath some of garlands
Some were happy sad were some moments
The more we try to shrivel up
The more they try to gather up
Such were the moments so fine
Thinking of it makes us shine
Love was that and not lust
Oh dear ! Where all are they lost!
Song of which when my heart hears
All that remains is my eyes full of tears
Knows not anybody the way I crave
All those memoirs till today I save
Not for a moment will it ever perish
Like a flower blossoming
Will my memories always
cherish!!
CHERRY BLOSSOM 