These Lonely Days

These Lonely Days short poem

Uploaded by Anurag Srivastava


Time passes, memories fade..
that is how our destiny is made..
Now looking back one can see..
How far they have come ..
From bunch of friends ..
Now they are surrounded by none..

Those sleepless funny nights..
Are getting converted into lonely nights..
We wish that we can go there once again..
We can live it once again ..

But we wake up finding all those times are gone..
Every morning what we do is just we mourn..
Time has changed rather quickly..
Our childhood and teenage days disappeared swiftly..

We won’t get them back.. we won’t live it again..
We will just grow old and old in pain..
With memories in our mind..

And love in our heart ..
We just go by the flow..
Bearing the pain of life’s every blow..

I wish we find our way back..
To the road which takes us to happiness..
To the road where there is no loneliness

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