Tired dreamy eyes
Yet thinking
Knitting stories of past and present
Painting the future
Past full of memories
Each moment nostalgic
Rewind and play, it continues the tricks
Riding through the years
The pang still remains
Even the passing time could not erase it
I long to die
But will be ever relieve
The haunt continues
Past has become overbearing
A harbinger of abominable memories
Etched deeply
On my, mind, body and soul
I cry out in pain
A memoir
Copyright © 2006, Bindu Borle
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Death is no solution to such feelings. One should take the challenge and face it boldly. Brave man dies once. Cowards die many a death. So is the saying.