Forgotten days

Saw a trunk,

Covered with dust.

Cleaned the surface,

and opened it to adjust.

Oh! it's my hostel trunk

I yell.

I went into flashback,

Just by it's smell. 

Take out the first found

it was the diary.

full of autographs and wishes,

I read it memorizing their sound.

it was really very precious,

More than any riches.

Then found a box,

full of cards.

given by friends,

telling me as brave and smart.

But the most important thing is,

the feelings they impart.

As my friends have made them,

by heart.

Then found some,

rings, chains and keyrings.

gifts, diaries and frames,

oh! how sweet is the smile,

They brings. 

as the memories associated with them

are so beautiful.

Like her voice,

when nightingale sings.

Went there just to clean it.

And it took a lot of my time as always,

it was an awesome moment,

I got memories of those forgotten days.