It's damn hard to escape from memories,
Those that make us smile and cry as well,
Still, they keep playing hide and seek adding varieties,
To our life so that we like the Old Mariner can tell.
It's the good memories that we want to embrace,
But the bad ones never feel tired to follow,
The winner? The answer we need to trace,
As the mystery lies buried inside an unknown hollow.
As the albatross' love for the ship the memories are there,
Passing a long time without these is something rare!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem