I keep searching
Thru the labyrinth
Of memory lanes
Hidden in the mind.
I find streets
That I don't recall
In my life on
A day to day basis.
Those uncovered lanes
Bring some lines
To put on the page
To form a poem.
For a good poem
Invariably one must
Dig deep into dark
Regions of memory.
Those uncovered lanes Bring some lines To put on the page To form a poem. Well said. Beautiful touch.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very true - when the life is bored, tired and cheesed off then only one object can give a little solace or peace that is by going down the memory lane.... very nice