My Days of Yore

In the days of yore,
what else one could ask for;
During those moments of ours
you were just mine and I was yours.

They were neither more nor less,
those days were fearless as well;
Let us stop for a while and ponder,
What was that, that kept us closer?

My advancing steps turn wise,
often gets slow sometimes,
to look back and to see beyond,
hope can move mountain they reckon.

Copyrights reserved © DrNikhat Bano
February 8, 2019.

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About Nikhat Bano

I am an ESP (English for Specific Purposes) Instructor by profession. I love to write romantic and spiritual poems and I find a great sense of relief after penning down my thoughts on paper. It has now become a passion for me and will continue as long as I live.

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