Brainless Memory... Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

my memory is in my mind
not in brain so I never mug up
or cram up things as that`d go in vain.
what I feel and feel to the core
stays inside with an ever open door.
self-trained to give audio-visual feedback
even when it looks back to long-lost past-sack.
nothing will come clearly not even a vibration
till you know how to press my mind button.
all treasured things of mine live in my mind
and I nest there cozily off the outside wind.
happy to have much less grey matter
inside the bonnet with faulty shutter
happy to be a stupid bird whose wild wings ever flutter