Senses Of Imagination

Passing through the 

Early morning rains

Reminded me of the aroma

An aroma of an eraser 

Childhood school days

Flashed in my mind

Time has traveled so soon

Priorities have changed

So have the work pressure

Dreams are different

So are the targets

The things which have remained back

Are your imaginations

Your fantasies

And to experience them

Your senses!

- Nirmohi