A Duet of
Nagauta* (lyric form)
Erstwhile
Sitting here,
I dream
Those Summer days of my youth,
Life was slower then—
Holidays, so full of sun
Time, just drifted by,
Daylight lasting, oh so long—
Days stretched into weeks
Carefree as we ventured forth
Growing up, was simpler then.
Lost in
Wonder
Desolate, once
more
Thinking of what could have been;
Where did I go wrong?
Was there more I should have done;
Three words left unsaid—
The arrogance of male pride,
Shackled emotions, inside.