Whispers Of Memories

Nostalgia always comes at the break of dawn,
Let’s take care of the precious ornaments before they are gone.
It comes suddenly, when you least expect it to be there,
The thoughts are related to the things or people for whom we used to care.

Pictures, photos, notes or letters, sometimes even a song,
Many things are there that remind me of you, but oh! It’s been too long.
Remembering the time, we used to be together,
It is the only thing that gives me hope for the forever.

Never did I know that would be the last time we meet,
Oh! How would I have hugged you and gave you many many sheets.
We all forget to understand the reality of life,
How we never know, when a helping hand turns into a knife.

Let’s be grateful and appreciate everything we have or own,
Because nothing is forever, this many times the universe has shown.
Nostalgia always comes at the break of dawn,
Let’s take care of the precious ornaments before they are gone.