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This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 49; the forty-ninth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton

My friendship with pen isn't a new story, 
It started long back, the day  I realized glory;
Of knowing myself better than others, 
Along the lines through the pages,
I penned life's moment of craziness and sages,
Going through those past stories after ages, 
Again I'm a step back into the memory lane,
Where there are my secret stories of how it all began,  
With the passage of time my perspective has changed, 
we can't go in past but
can feel those reminiscence within heart,
Yesterday I was twelve now  I'm eighteen, 
Each of them fancies me with desire unabaiting,
Eager to make more memories of moments waiting.
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  1. Knowing myself better than others, along the lines through the pages....

    Nice lines.

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  2. Nice lines and wonderful rhyming ... :-)

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    1. Welcome to My Friendship :)

      Glad you liked the rhymes.
      Hope to receive your constant support.
      Thank you :)

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  3. Wonderful Simran...
    The love for pen and the journey holding the same is nicely expressed.

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    1. Yea, exactly that :D
      thank you so much ,dear Satya :)

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  4. My friendship with your pen isn't a new story either, Sims ;) almost as long perhaps, haina?

    Nice poem :) I liked this trip down memory lane.

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    1. Yesh, that's true :) :)
      Glad to have a satisfying reaction of yours. Thank you so much.

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  5. Memories make us ... beautiful piece :-)

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    1. Memories make us together :)
      Thanks buddy :D

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  6. how wonderful driving back in memories... i too share similar :)

    beautiful simran

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    1. Glad you find it wonderful :)
      Sweet that is, still would love to read in your words .
      thank you so much,friend.

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  7. beautifully woven , keep on making such impressive memories

    My BAT entry Torn Pages

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    1. Impressive memories ? am almost smiling :D
      thanks, Cifar :)

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  8. A very interesting take on the prompt...
    I especially like "Yesterday I was twelve now I'm eighteen"

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    1. Satsriakal Nimi ji :)
      Glad you find it wonderful. Thanks

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  9. Really well written the rhyming words are just wonderfully put!!! Keep writing!!! Keep blogging cheers!!!

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