Those Days; my first poem

Will those days ever come back?
When love I didn't lack.

Dada and I-fought over little things,
Over food, toys and his belongings.

That jumping over beds, cushion-fights,
And late horror movie nights.

His worst of worst singing,
And my always falsely complementing.

The same school and the same teachers,
Who sometimes made me face tortures.

As I was not as good as him in studies,
And we also had common buddies.

And now that the times r changing,
So are our hearts and our feelings.

He is completely settled in DU,
So will someday, I and you.

But this is not the end,
There will be many curves and bends.

As the whole life and future awaits,
to open new opportunities and gates.

I never had a shortage of friends,
but one like him was friend of friends.

We will never become children again,
To jump and play in rain.

No, those days will never come back,
When love I didn't lack.
-: Sudhir Swarup.
13th December, 2009.

Dedicated to: Anubhaw Swarup.

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