The Days Of Yore

The days of yore
are counting days
all the pleasing moment
when we met under azure sky.

Sun was peeping out of cloud
listening attentively our secret voice
scaring the mammoth paradise
Eden did not see such flower
even throughout her span of life.

When our embracement emitted soft music
flowers were muttering
swaying under azure sky.

The days of yore
are not to come back
but its reminiscence remains
ever in life.

by ramesh rai

Comments (1)

Such beautiful memories held deep within the soul...Excellent poem Ramesh.....