[!~*AdOrAbLe*~!]

Once I was dusting my book of life
I happened to see a beautiful page
It was lying untouched for so long
Not getting attention of any sort

An urge aroused to go through it fast
As if to feel it all, again and again
It revived me of each bits once more
It generated ample of refreshment

Unique and splendor was that relation
Moments were pure & gentle like dew
Those days possess spring of all seasons
It is a precious mine of best memories

The way I was turning back the pages
I wished I could just rewind my ages
To reach there to get back those days
Just to fill my empty days to feel alive

Which has started loosing its essence
Slowly but sadly by the hands of time
But never I doubt that even time can ever
Destroy or fade the Beauty of that Page