With every passing year
As I savor my past
Each year passed by
Shows me something that I missed
Or did the other way.
I wonder why I stored them all
In the sweetest part of my brain
Thinking them as treasures of life
Now with every slide I regret
For using my precious memory
For futile things
I scanned it once again
and let it go
to fly on unseen horizon
where pain and happiness
dwell together in peace.
It is very rare that we readers find such amazing poems. How beautifully you have analysed your past memories and and shared your views that all kinds of memories can co-exist: As I savor my past /..I wonder why I stored them all / and let it go / to fly on unseen horizon / where pain and happiness / dwell together in peace.
Memories are fine But don't let them rule your life Thanks Asim-10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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where pain and happiness dwell together in peace. The contrast ideas are dwelling in unison. Wonderfully written poem. Memories are slide show indeed.