A Day In The Past.

Walking through the house,

She came across the cupboard.

The walls are peeled,

The floor is all broken.

It has grown old,this house,

Where she had been young.



Memories were there ,

Of this room in the west,

Where the setting sun played,

Its golden harp.

She saw the tree across the window,

Casting its shadow of weaving lights.


She was on a swing this girl of her youth,

Swinging with passion and with friends.

Oh! What days were those,

The days in the past.

Can one bring them back?

The days that were true,

With only small hurts,

That were forgotten when the day was done.

Those days in the past,she wants them back.

Can one?If only, I can?

She sat there with her old age and the burden

Of a long lost dream,of being in a house with dreams.


Jayamala.