Memory lane

This is a poem for all my close pals:

Sweet memories of beaming days, down the memory lane.

All joys of season along with the pleasant rain.

The playful pranks, the mischievous jokes, the bouncy youth spirit.

Do before you die attitude, and life is here and that’s it.

Loitering hand in hand, chanting spring songs

No worries in mind and thrill all day along.

The Melodious Memory Lane which makes my spirit revitalize.

Those were the days of life I would love to revive.

Kavita Singhi