Rewind
Sitting all by myself
with subsistence on a momentary hold
Could feel the bygone brush past
and start itself to unfold
The life seemed full of fantasy,
a surrealistic make believe
Naivety fuelled convictions
which improbable were to achieve
How quickly all slips by,
near the end of the one's arduous trudge
Past blames are viewed differently
and own follies we fairly adjudge
poem by Sunny Chopra
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