The Lost Friends
The days when we used to play in mud
And in springs we bloomed like buds
The days when we used to run
And in rainfalls we had fun
The days when we used to drink from one cup
And in dirt we used to splash water in one tub
The days when we had meals together
Those days, full of fun, were better
Yesterday we had dirt on our bodies
Today we have rifts in our hearts
Yesterday we used to laugh without a reason
Today, to laugh, we have to find a reason
Yesterday we caught memories in our eyes
Today we have painted our faces by dyes
To have fun, to enjoy, to laugh we had ways
Can you please bring me those good old days?
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