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Bygone Days
Adveidh Krishna
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Those the times to reminisce

Minds wandering as free as tenebrous souls

When naivety and innocence coalesce and yet unbounded unceasing were our goals
Nearing death, I saw the twenties

The adolescence grinned, flaunting its palpability

Coveted became the pubertal, pre-school puerility

How futile they were, the hoarded pennies
Deep into that darkness falling

Plop! The obscure desire bereft of slips that are balling

All my soul within me forestalling
Life was so kind, oh so kind

Dreams manoeuvring us through mystification

Malevolence was nowhere to be found

Yet elusive it was, the justification
Breath reeked of optimism, for the future to be

Tears were a stream, running down my visage conscience sighed, seething with rage

As the thought popped out, nothing matters but me.

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