When you stumble on this path of our path
Where the song of the old pin pierced thy ears;
Where forgetfulness never crossed before,
Sit with me for a while – O wanderer!
At this dawn, let the sun rise
Let the autumn wind blow across
And, like a silent rock see them all to go
When together we say the prayer —
“Wish I could be six again”
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This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
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