It was a time we played together
You and me and our peer pals.
I waited, desperate in the sterile afternoons
To hear the trilling bell of your old bicycle
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yet such talks are coming reality, and the progress you can see. your poem is good like words.
I saw your friend both at childhood and now. Your words are very powerful in picturing the story You are very lucky, that you could recall those ages without any fade hatsoff to you and your friend! both being fighting for injustice congrats and regards sandhya
wow... nice flashbacks.... very good....