The Lost Ways
I still miss the sound of birds,
Chirping away in the long lost trees.
I still miss the long walks,
And the cold and soothing breeze.
I miss the simple smile,
Which meant more than words.
I miss the lost silence,
Which was once heard.
Deep down inside me,
A child still wants to play,
He is haunted by the shallowness
Of the new modern ways.
-Neelotpal Nauriyal
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