When someone was kind to me.
When I was strong.
Then, that period was a bit strange.
Every moment of life was intense.
Every dream had wings.
Sky was always full of colorful birds.
Every beautiful bird had it's own sweet sound.
Whenever I looked in the mirror, it all looked good.
The shore was always visible even in the storm.
Even the stubborn waves were always under my influence.
Though there were thousands of difficulties. But at that time harshest of it was just a simple puzzle game.
When someone was kind to me.
It was so easy to even touch the sky.
I knew nothing but just fly high.
It was a completely different environment. Forests, mountains, rivers, or deserts.
My name was everywhere.
Every result was in my own hands.
That too was a period.
A golden period.
When someone was kind to me.
What was that period?
What was that period?
Where is that gone now?
Where are those moments now?
I could never understand - why?
Who was it that was kind to me?
Now, everything is a bargain here.
Can't it be that this year it becomes the same as before?
When someone was kind to me.
An interesting poem... if only everything could go back to normal again!
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