Memories have no age, no death but birth.
They come out not as per seniority.
Love and hatred have given them birth.
Pain and pleasure are their end products.
Joy and sorrow are their finished goods.
They tell me to love or hate a person.
They tell me to fear or scare a person.
Memories are the soul’s manifestation.
05.01.2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sir, Your poem has explained unsaid things about memories in just a few words. Memories are like a treasure that need not be protected, that can't be taken away from us. Memories are one of the sweetest and deepest attributes for us.