by Vishü Rita Krocha
Remember our little dreams
stainless, free and untamed.
You and I,
we go a long way back;
to school and childhood.
where our space once was
and forget-me-nots grew
Then, we swore & crossed our hearts..
we were each other's best friend.
Who knew time would change so many things-
life, people, things, destiny.
and our juvenile dreams were gone.
(even the pressed forget-me-nots between pages)
we lead lives of our own.
only soft corners remain.
for her, a friend, who was also like a sister.
and with whom, all childhood memories play!
Last updated January 15, 2013