Life Book
The day had arrived, Which meant for goodbyes and going on, Where one need to return, To the infinite homeless house, Through the dawn of impolite sun And those dreamy Street lights May the time bring me back Countless nostalgia And the deep down memories Which once I lived and moved on. Here I believe The remorseful day will come soon With new hopes and embellishments, Curdling the old pages Of my life book Leaving behind, The trail of their existence The day will come same, With love and fathom, Fruitful and longing And bind new pages Of new chapters. ~Sneha