Lost Times – Illustration by Vishnu Prasad
Oh the joy of those summer days!Gone adrift from the bearer’s gaze;From sinking pits of burning sandsI reach out my empty hands;
My mind yearns for another time,that wilted away an age of prime,left in air,the ghosts of a spring,her fragrance I bear deep within;
By streets and lights, I walk again,bright from memories that yet remain;
On walls I paste, whose colors decline,‘Wanted’ posters for those lost times!