As December nears it's end I feel nostalgic so often.. Did I gain ? Did I lose? Was I happy ? I now muse ! Moments met and departed Some left bruises and scars Some left fragrance of flowers I keep the aroma, I wisely choose Yes, I am happy, I can say while I muse ! Anjali राज Collab & dedicate a poem to #DepartingDecember. #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba