every minute
every second
bodily we die to be born again
every cell in us
is replaced in every second of time
the face we see on mirror may not be the same
thank god
the memory hold's us together
the old untrue us together
Cell dies- cell born- memories stay- Beautiful short poem with nice idea- 10+++
This is a fact. The Soul has form while the body has no form for the reason stated in this poem. The Soul is eternal while the body perishes after its due date of expiry for each one according to its karma or actions.
Peeling off the layers of life It is what is inside Grey matters Memories gathered safely Sometimes unconciously From childhood till now Are what hold us and make us! As usual a new line of thought. Angel
der r lots of changes we can't realize.. a small n nice poem...
So many things are not noticed, isn't nature wonderful, nice poem, 10 Lynda xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
memory is the key of every thing....... you have penned it well..........