The Days Go By

Swaying to the whistling winds

The days go by

Dancing to the waltz of time

Here, where dreams take flight

The days go by

Neath the mighty mountainside

Neath a clear star adorned sky

Where oaths are taken and promises kept

Upon a lachrymose goodbye

The days go by

Quietly behind your gaze

While new conversations are made

And old associations fade

The days go by

As burnt memories settle onto the hearth.

 

The Horizon in sight might seem bleak

Spirit frail and light, soul fallen weak

People appear and then disappear

So are we meant to only pass by?

Strolling in this garden for a short while.

 

Long after, while you reminisce

Of the days gone by

Young men will still walk this way, like you did

Finding themselves, like you did

Rambling in this monsoon paradise.

-Written by Pranav Parashar. 

Artwork by Aarthi Venkatramanan. 

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