Remember our little dreams

stainless, free and untamed.


You and I,

we go a long way back;

to school and childhood.


Right here,

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!

Vishü Rita Krocha's picture

A Newspaper Columnist, Poet & Journalist

Last updated January 15, 2013