Memories mostly make for
The strangest of dreams-
Those that more often than not tend to go awry,
Making the silly mind wonder
As to why have memories at all?
But then maybe
Memories are better Axenic;
So the poor human heart
Can hold on to them dearly
While patiently paying the price
Of having them at all.
But on the other hand
Memories do take a memorable stand
To tell us – Where we went wrong?
But the poor lonesome heart is still going strong
With nothing left in it – but a steadfast will
That says tenderly – Move On!
So one moves on hoping against hope
That the memories will sometime try and etch
Some memorable melody or the sweetest of songs.
The sweetness of that song – again evokes
A memory that has once again gone awry
But the heart says, why should I be sorry?
Without realizing that it is only memories
That are evoking this soft and subtle response
Ultimately –
Memories bring nothing –
But, Diamonds and Rust.
~ Dedicated to Joan Baez
~ Satbir Bakshi
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem