Memories know no sleep
Memories come to torture you
Haunt you and
Swamp you into nightmares.
Memories are your bosom companions,
Memories do not desert you ever,
Memories do not wilt and fade,
And rob you of your honey-sweet dreams.
Memories quell the storm in your mind,
Memories save you from floods of sorrow,
Memories churn your mind
And bring up the amrit* urn
Memories come in floods
And sometimes in a trickle
The floods drown you in grief
And the trickle tickle you softly.
Memories come to taunt you,
Chastise you for the fool things you did
The whiplash stings and hurts and
You twist and turn in pain.
Memories quell the storm in your mind, Memories save you from floods of sorrow, Memories churn your mind And bring up the amrit* urn A sweet lovely poem.
A very memorable and enjoyable poem, Anujan! You explained the nature of memories expertly, they can be joyful or hurt us with such pain! Thank you for sharing this great poem! RoseAnn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Memories- This is one of Gods gift and you have written each line so beautifully!