Would send an SMS
To watch the moon..
Good days back then.
Sun rose beautifully and
Even in the sunstes,
We had our hearts.
We, four-five romantics,
Sharing books and poems.
Good songs and talking
Like everything would
Remain the same.
We wrote, posted letters
To each other. Sometimes
Met one another before
The letter could reach.
Where's that craze gone?
The grit of life we could feel
Under our noses like we
Breathed a special air..
It's been cloudy lately,
The moon has been
Masked by a haze.
The desire to reach out to
Each other is so shallow..
That the longing to walk
Barefoot often meets with
The complaints of the lawn
Being damp with
The dewdrops.