The day turns gloomy and sleeps in the mist
From morning to the midnight to see,
Only the beam-less pale full moon!
No sun burning my skin but
My mind is crowded with full of juvenile thoughts..
The long walks, the endless conversations,
The sangria nights after the first kiss,
The road trip to the magical moments..
while Singing the song of grey as if there is no tomorrow!
Wish the clock stands still to craft more reminiscences,
Before it fades to the dark!!
They say it’s a month of death!!
Ah!! November,
Bidding goodbye to you with December hopes,
While I sink in the heap of memories to cherish!!
