Those days when you were here.
The world was brisk and,
every season was an accomplice.
The paths were invitations,
that led to eminence.
Trees, their arms stretched,
waiting to give us shelter.
At our first sight,
the stars would lush.
The sky was like a pond,
in it the moon would blush.
Why will i miss you?
Why don't you empathize?
We miss them,
whom we try not to sympathize.
Those days when you were here.
