When did yesterday lose grip of always?
The things that were once - have stayed back
Barely visible through the melancholy haze
Of sentimental memories and fleeting glories;
Remaining huddled behind shadows of regret.
Why is yesterday never today?
Anymore than it will be a tomorrow,
Where always seems to run and run
Staying at just the distance
So to never become – always.
We see the geese at a great distance
And then, they are here
And gone for always
Until another time-
For another one to ask-
Why is always – never?
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