Memory is a heavy word,
That flies through our mind
Like a little bird.
It preserves the precious things
Inside a secret box,
Some are as light as feathers
Some act hard like rocks.
Some taste sweet like rose
Some are bitter and morose.
They stay together holding hands,
Before leaving forever
Toward oblivion’s land.
Delightful poem about someting so precious as memory. Unfortunately we never know when it will us.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Our brain is a chest in which memories are kept shut! They often come out lifting the lid. Some are sweet, some bitter, some dull and morose! However they stay together in harmony giving us happiness and sorrow in turn! In course of time, each gets buried in oblivion! Great write Sanjukta!