Jun 28
Flipping through the pages
Of yesteryears
There is a special silence
Which permeates
History is someone’s story
The past
Construed in the future
Narrated to the young
Lost in the haze of yesteryears
Flipping through the pages of yesterdays
A soft hum of the past
Into silence permeates
Of yesteryears
There is a special silence
Which permeates
History is someone’s story
The past
Construed in the future
Narrated to the young
Lost in the haze of yesteryears
Flipping through the pages of yesterdays
A soft hum of the past
Into silence permeates
(49/F/Pune, India)
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