Morning Sunlight is dropping by my balcony
Oh there, looks like he has some company
The cold Nostalgia breeze is swinging along
I wonder what would I do with them; all day long
Guests as they seem, could really be hazardous
With a timer in their pockets
They can really be disastrous
Can’t I hush away them like that
I’ve spent a great deal of moments,
It’d be rude not to greet them and chat
I’d offer a cup of tea to each
Maybe they’d forget the differences,
And may not as well behave like a leech
I still doubt why they still come to me
Bid them adieu long ago
So why do they keep coming back or so
I wish they’d be nice for a season
But my heart is addicted to this sweet stinging poison
Breakfast’s done,
Said a goodbye again
But, alas, they’d come another morning
Yet again
To talk happiness, joy and pain.
– Kshitij Choudhary
