Remembrance

Staring at this white sheet of paper
Assortments of thoughts are coming my way
A handful wants me to seize my ground
Whilst other wants to take me again to that sinister locale
Where all I can witness is the mourning of that era

Of that era-
During which gratification was the gist of living
During which living had an enticement to sustain
During which sunrise was the finest vision
And moonlight used to take away all of pain

But now
That era is dead and buried in the times of yore
And I have anew resolution to make
Times ahead may have a convoluted corridor
But moving on is the only option I m left to take….