Once upon a time,
I was girl of nine.
Used to laugh aloud and feel like flying,
far in the clouds that were so ghastly wide.
once upon a time,
the days were divine.
Happiness passed my way irrespective of the time,
flooded with the vibes of being a parin.
Once upon a time,
rains were the shower of mine.
Flowers were the jewels brightest in the line,
sang so aloud,depicting merry all the time.
Today a decade has passed,
beautiful showers never the less have failed to quench the thirst.
jewels are devised by their lust,
Here I surprise in a sudden despise of my choice.
Yes I smile only for a reason,
seldom I laugh because sooner or later laughter are tears origin.
In this time people have passed and stayed,
TRULY SOMEWHERE IN THE HEART OF MINE I MISS THAT ME OF NINE...:)
I was girl of nine.
Used to laugh aloud and feel like flying,
far in the clouds that were so ghastly wide.
once upon a time,
the days were divine.
Happiness passed my way irrespective of the time,
flooded with the vibes of being a parin.
Once upon a time,
rains were the shower of mine.
Flowers were the jewels brightest in the line,
sang so aloud,depicting merry all the time.
Today a decade has passed,
beautiful showers never the less have failed to quench the thirst.
jewels are devised by their lust,
Here I surprise in a sudden despise of my choice.
Yes I smile only for a reason,
seldom I laugh because sooner or later laughter are tears origin.
In this time people have passed and stayed,
passed ones are better than those who failed to stay but never looked at me less then a way.
