Gone are those sublime timeless days,
When we basked under the mellow sun’s rays,
Illusion has played its wily role aloud,
Landing us all under an unpredictable cloud.
Those days with their enigmatically beautiful smile,
When HE invariably spent with us quite a long while,
Now all that is left is the ominous cloud’s thunder,
For an unknown, unseen, an unnoticed blunder.
What the inimitable sages earned by silence and penance,
We have whiled away in constant prattle and nonchalance,
We pass our remorseful days in bemoaned repentance,
But Alas! Only after destiny decreed its inevitable sentence.
At turbulent times when the heavenly stars shined down,
To many we look like obnoxious strangers in town,
Despite ourselves and our yearning in all perceptible ways,
Our scorched hearts still long for those LONG LOST DAYS.