The other day I was browsing through albums of mine,
Oh, how much have I missed those memories down the line.
Damn the fat guy and the lazy bones,
And that bugger taking sips of wine.
That very day, the first birthday,
Did we learn the pranks we play today.
The magic of the colored films worked great any day,
Capturing stills which reverberates chords even today.
While I was browsing through the album of the sophomore,
I realized how we started taking the course following a folklore.
Like any other bunch hungry to explore,
Were we arguing over the things that lure.
Damn smart were we dressed in suits,
Moving from candid adolescents to vibrant youths.
Whenever I chance to stumble on those albums of mine,
I always have a smile brought by those memories down the line.
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smooth as the memories would be ..the poem just holds me up ..makes me pause and take notice ..truly.
ReplyDelete:) smooth criminal eh !
ReplyDeleteGrt theme to choose... but i think u gave too much focus on getting rhyming end words, the poem would hav come out with the thoughts much better had this one been in open verse
ReplyDeleteFor me the poem has to have some flow :) May be I get addicted to my own lines only when they rhyme. But I do understand your point. What you are looking for is probably Keats :) which definitely am not :P Again, but no harm trying :)
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