Flashback

Way back your memory,
Down the lane of your thoughts,
Deep down everyone’s heart,
Lay the sweetest memories

Your first day at school,
With tears rolling down your cheek,
Holding mom’s hand tight never to let it,
The first kindergarten teacher,
Rhymes that you learnt,
Happiness on your mother’s face listening to you.

Your first friend at school,
The sweets that you shared with her,
Your first fight with her,
The little rhymes that you both recited,
Little wounds after a great game,
The cute wink after a naughty act.

The monkey fights with your sibling,
Little secrets shared without mom’s knowledge,
Eating the shared toffee like puppies,
Walking to school holding hands,
Signing each other’s progress cards,
Little things a foundation for a strong bond.

The first guy that you admire,
A naughty wink from a teenager,
First kiss in your dream,
Self-admiring in the mirror not knowing passage of time,
Dreamy days with thoughts of a dream boy,
Occasional un-rhyming so-called poems, now just a fun.

First day in college,
Search for the best guy in class,
Friendship with the most admired guy,
Dreamy dates of romance and joy on starry nights,
Placement in different firms,
Unknown tears of partition, never to talk again.

First job fear and stress filled day,
Pride of earning more than daddy,
Joy of hearing mom talk proud about you to neighbor,
A workstation and computer to make you fly high,
First salary and parent’s blessings,
A day of pride with a little tear in the corner of your eyes.

All these little thoughts deep down,
Little secrets, little fun, little sorrows,
Sweet flashbacks never to fade from our memories…

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