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Time That Is Gone

written by: Sharmila Mitra


The music of the dance hall is no more.
All patrons have become too old to dance.
Our favourite taverns are old and sore;
The patterns on the floor are not just chance.

Old friends are no more singing in the rain;
The ups and downs of life have taken all
The dreaming, smiling fight against the pain--
Youth's sweetness changed to something like the gall!

The dust of past days forms a curtain strong,
To lift which we no longer find the time.
We drift about, wondering what is wrong;
No penny for our memories, no dime!

Even the ashes of the halcyon days
Are gone to rest where the dusk is ablaze!

Sharmila Mitra

Sharmila Mitra

Sharmila Mitra, former high school teacher, was born at Jalpaiguri, a beautiful small town in West Bengal, India. Today the town has become almost as squalid as any Indian metropolis, but this town is still a precious memory that has influenced Sharmila Mitra's vision of life. Sharmila Mitra always considers herself a student of English Literature, and Nature.
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