I wish I had a time machine,
I would prefer to change the scene,
The scene of my present,
To change words i said, but never meant.
To bring back those li’l moments,
where I had some time to spent,
time of my happiness,
Time of my distress.
I would bring the golden day,
where I was with everyone, happy my way,
where small injuries were better than present one,
from myself , I never had to run,
can’t live it, nor can die even,
my pains of past are yet to be woven,
needle I have… even got pricked few times,
but I still need a thread to weave the wound of mine.
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