Nostalgia
It arrived one day, by thought mail,
From the memory store,
At the corner of remembrance road and nostalgia lane,
Often have I searched for this recollection, in vain,
And have longed to be there again,
But perhaps it is best that recollections come ,as they do,
And fleetingly, to beloved places and faces, spirit you,
That otherwise in ring eared albums and minds' cobwebbed crevices they stay,
For life is not lived in yesterdays .
--shubha
It arrived one day, by thought mail,
From the memory store,
At the corner of remembrance road and nostalgia lane,
Often have I searched for this recollection, in vain,
And have longed to be there again,
But perhaps it is best that recollections come ,as they do,
And fleetingly, to beloved places and faces, spirit you,
That otherwise in ring eared albums and minds' cobwebbed crevices they stay,
For life is not lived in yesterdays .
--shubha
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