Slow sundowns & dim daybreaks,
Moving light & sliding shades,
Visiting seasons, melting flakes,
Some green grass, few yellow blades.
Some lingering smiles, some haunting faces
Few howls of laughter, some echoing screams
Some, trying hard to wipe out traces
Some, building hopes, celebrating dreams
Mute mornings, silent smiling company
Loud nights, crackling bonfire flames
Thoughtful walks, there were so many
Some playful glances, some love games
Messy infants , middle age odes
Muddled husbands, meddling wives,
Muffled footsteps, muddy roads,
Huddles & hurdles,lovers & lives.
Seen all this & maybe much more
I have lost count of things around
How do I say what else' in store?
Too busy into the lost & found.
Maybe my life is a picnic spot
People come for a while, and then move on;
But can't turn off their shadows, no matter what
Can't mute their sounds after they're gone!
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