divyanshisingh.kuttu14
  Junior Member

And the eras I remember...

On the land side, I stood still,
Where the happy squenched memories kill,
As if there's a poetry sung to thee
And afresh, it echoes to me.
Oh! I don't forget, those sweet regrets,
Some painful farewells, and some joyful mets Ah! Is this the...

– by Laxmi Singh