Few forgotten memories and tales
Haunt in a flashback again and again
Overwhelm whenever find him alone
And then he is in a state of the blues.
Few old photographs and letters
Faded and pale over passing years
Often broods in a fond remembrance
And then he is in a state of the blues.
Few spoken and unspoken things
Never ending regrets of a lonely heart
Unfulfilled wishes and dreams upsurge
And then he is in a state of the blues.
What a paradox and irony of the life!
Knowing well one shouldn’t live in past
He doesn’t want to come out from past
For he is sad over the best friend’s loss.
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