Where are the days <br />when they were all mine <br />and i had those toys <br />at eight or late nine.. <br /> <br />Where are the times <br />when angels of delight <br />took me in their arms <br />to make it all right.. <br /> <br />where are the moments <br />when i had those guns <br />who killed my torments <br />and healed my burns... <br /> <br />I behold those scenes <br />in nostalgic dreams <br />that bring smiles to my face <br />though my heart, it screams.. <br /> <br />can i bring back those times <br />relive those days <br />rewrite those rhymes <br />restage those plays......! !<br /><br />prashant shaurya<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-chosen-relation/
