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The past is a country rolling away, and the future a station that's constantly grey. Like this, its filled with the yearning of yesterday but the cold acceptance of the present. Longing can be an incurable pain.

I just loved this beautiful poem, the way you've expressed about missing those days in your childhood, is wonderful

..a passion filled poetry.I love your craving for those golden dayswonderful write.......... ............. ..I cordially invite you to read my poem- '...to bosom thee....I'll rise''..and ''never look like one''..plzz share your views in comments.....regards

Very beautiful poem, Amitava! ! You have expressed your feelings very poignantly. Our pasts improve with age it seems. RoseAnn