Sometimes I prefer life’s journey reversal
To compensate so many unachieved desire
Body not permitting with age also in denial
To patch up many imperfections leftover,
How do I find lost days in adolescence
Running on half pant over football ground
Playing inside paddy alley no adherence
Days of thrills and laughter then abound,
On downpour, if classes closed all of sudden
Myself Sabir D’sa walked drenched to the lake
Slipped on sharp pebbles bruised with pain
Indomitable our spirits, never felt at stake;
Bygone moments in life never to return
In blackhole of Time for nobody’s concern.
~Shyamal Mukhopadhyay
Nagpur, India
Nostalgically nice.