The brassy silence pervading all around,
Devoid of the cheery erstwhile sounds
Oh, where have the euphoric chuckles lost,
The old days are gone alas!
The solitary blankets of solitude
Slyly surround the fervent multitudes.
At the rear they dwindle and depart,
those dazzling moments of cherubic concord.
Solitarily, I do not prance,
On these forlorn paths of solemn endurance,
Escorting me on these lonely paces
Is my grave, grim loneliness
But on these barren solitary roads
In the rear where the quaint recollections corrode,
There still glimmers a hazy poise
That someday again these deserted trails
may sparkle with shimmering sprinkles of delight.
And once again they would surround
Those lost cheery erstwhile sounds.
The abandoned elations would pleasurably reinstate,
But till then stands a prolonged, desperate wait.
by Divyani Jain