Nostalgia.

Nostalgia.

I lose myself in nostalgia,
When I recollect my bygone days.
which are covered with mists.

The green campus with flower beds.
Guava,mango trees with hanging fruits.
Singing birds on swaying branches.


Life was easy.
The nature was very generous.
The sky was enermous.

Though it is not all.
Others are either vague
Or lost in fathom of reminisence.