The evergreen sound of your,
Often takes me to the days of yore
The roadside chat treats of ours
And that talks which lasts for hours
The upstairs room allotted for test
And how sudden we became dishonest
Peeping into the books for answers
Then the resulting marks were like a gift hamper
The memorable party of that Biryani
Doth thou remember that day and other so many
And a number of such memories are resting on heart bed
But I often feel and watch them getting fade
The time blown too fast but we felt it steady
The memories gets erase, goes away for they are always ready.

- V 🌙