Nostalgia by Nirja


When I sat desolate and daydreaming,
Back into the memories lounging
Ah, distinctly I was muttering,
The sad grievances of that evil suffering.
The day when I last saw her shiny bright eyes
Hugged her tight, said goodbyes, filled with cries.
Much I marvelled the melancholy angst,
Her face hid in the Time’s chest
On that day my soul grew silent,
In a kingdom of storms, where everything went violent.
Suffering, lamenting, fighting all my woes
It’s so cold like a dead man’s nose.
Nostalgia – tormentor of my dream
My heart aches, throb and scream.

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