In Mom's Treasury Poem by Shyam Chakraborty
In Mom's Treasury
Can't say ‘down memory lane',
As the seasons passed
Childhood memories waned...
The album of 90s in Mom's closet
The days of beauty and simplicity
Extraordinarily ordinary and modest...
Those faces faced phases
Geographically we scattered in
Different places...
But that moment still being still
Now a memory
The treasures of childhood
breathing in Mom's treasury.
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