"ππ¨π¬πππ₯π π’π π¨π π ππ’π¦ππ₯ππ¬π¬ ππ¨π§π"
Those days won't come again,
The days that passed like fleeting rain,
When I recall those old days,
Tears gently fall upon my face.
Leaving the school at even,
Holding the hands of friends,
Strolling on the hamlet ground,
Felt the gentle breeze all round.
Going to the east of the village,
Or sitting beside the hedge,
Gossiping with comrades,
Spent quality time with faith.
Going out on a serene night,
In the magic of the moonlit night,
Wearing warm clothes tight,
Played games in the lunar light.
Shared joys in myriad ways,
Time has passed, but memory stays,
Forever cherished, come what may,
Those moments won't return anyway.
----Fayazu Rahman------
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