When Past Called…

When Past Called... short poem

Past Called,A Familiar Hello,

Memories that made everything Glow.

Ceaseless talks, Persistent laughs,

Discussing Highs and Lows On Life’s Graph.

Nostalgia Hypnotizes Us,

Rejoicing Life without a Fuss.

Heart skips a beat, Sings A Song,

Recalling times When we did Belong.

Desires Put Away Come Alive,

Feet Start Tapping,Life ready To Jive.

Tattle that brings in a Smile,

Reminiscing when we vowed to walk down the Aisle.

Ecstatic Me at the end of a Dream,

Past Called, made Innocence and Fantasy A team.

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Abhi J

It’s a good read 🙂

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As usual @Nazima_Kachwalla your writing is so vibrant and full of rhythm..Such a pleasure to read your submissions!

Reyvrex Questor Reyes

The past greets us personally on nostalgic places we return to.


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