Thoughts that always hover my mind keeps knocking… 
Whenever I’m alone, flashes a crowd of memories,
Want to but cannot recall those days,
Except having a wistful smile on my face!
Feelings deep that I bestowed upon new relations,
Bonded in a spectacular way
Swayed over every little swine
In a very sophisticated way.
I want to have those moments back again,
But a sudden jerk strikes my mind,
To bring that wistful smile again.
Because past is past, I cannot have them back,
But memories often project on to my eyes,
Here, blinking eyes asks me to give it a spanking reaction,
And still I have nothing except a wistful smile…
Whenever I’m alone, flashes a crowd of memories,
Want to but cannot recall those days,
Except having a wistful smile on my face!
Feelings deep that I bestowed upon new relations,
Bonded in a spectacular way
Swayed over every little swine
In a very sophisticated way.
I want to have those moments back again,
But a sudden jerk strikes my mind,
To bring that wistful smile again.
Because past is past, I cannot have them back,
But memories often project on to my eyes,
Here, blinking eyes asks me to give it a spanking reaction,
And still I have nothing except a wistful smile…
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