Time machine

Jumping in the photo album, 
Was a young man who was handsome and young, 
He had no maturity but he knew only to love, 
Innocence was not yet lost, 
He was still a child in his heart. 

Turning the pages of the album fast, 
When I reach the last few pages, 
The man had grown old. 
The knocks he took showed in his face, 
He had become wise and the innocence had vanished. 

Refreshing old memories, 
Has become his hobby . 
If only rewinding his life was possible, 
He would have lived it differently. 
Making new mistakes and getting knocked down quickly. 

When I walk near the mirror, 
It is the same old man in the album 
Who appears in front telling me, 
"Forget the past,enjoy the present, 
Letting the youngsters enjoy the sunshine". 

© Deepankar Choudhury