Lost are those days,
when each dawn had a new friend for me
Chirrupings of those birds delighted me
Winking of flowers made me laugh
Hands were only for hugs
Lips chanted only ‘mother’
Loneliness made me play
Bees recited poems
longings made me walk
Lost….
but not forever
Days live, Friends live,birds live….
so do the child in me 😛
My desert which is always green 
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