Everyone of us have our own Robin. A sweet bird we had seen long time back and can never ever forget it. These words are about that Robin and its memories. Which we can never see again but which haunt us all our life.

And all through life
We hark back in time
For something we liked
But could never have

And especially if
It’s a pristine feel
Raw and pure
Uncorrupted zeal
Of a person special
Sweet and divine
None other could ever
Tickle our mind
The way they did it
With casual ease

Now when we try
Very hard to recall
Their memory is always
Shrouded in mist
But in moments few
When guard is down
They rear back quick
in our mind
Carrying us back
Through the time
To visit our empty
Page of life.