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Miss That Girl

I miss that girl who

would run wild and

was always ready to

smile without  breaks.

She loved without care

When the things 

got tougher simply

cried her heart out.

and life would get 

straight again, ideals

were lofty , heels

higher and memories

ran sharper, food

was always warm 

and drinks forever

bubbling…

Now many springs

later that girl

seek reasons to 

laugh, tears don’t

descend to heart’s

desire, lovers have

gone senile, running

requires plastic knee-

caps and heels are

trimmed to two inches

mark ,forgetfulness is

the way of busy life,

while food requires

a careful watch, the

bubbling drinks be

better left off…

Life might never be

straight again ….

I miss that girl!

 

 

 

 

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33 thoughts

    • Thanks Pankaz for your kind words, I must say I’m flattered also confess I don’t look like this anymore 🙂 that’s why the poem. The other day I was reading your article somehow couldn’t comment but I’m very impressed with your style of writing and deep insight way different from the conventional ones. You are great writer out of the box!

  1. Oh yes ….we all reach a point where we miss the younger us … ..but then there also comes a time when you find yourself again and celebrate life ….maybe not the same way but different is good too😊

    • I know thanks for reading Sakshi, the thought of this poem came while exercising in gym and realization that things have changed 🙂 I am not able to run with same speed and need to stay away from certain foods! But I agree let’s celebrate life. Thanks a lot for your great insight! 🙂

    • I know how things change what we end becoming, but guess that’s life, nothing stays forever. Thanks for stopping by!

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