Who will revive my memory?
My scar is shy like a scattered smoke in the sky
My five senses-a deafening stony silence
But the odour of my past wailed the momento unabated
In the bright, bright morning when holiday was holyday
In the dark, dark night when shadows denies shadows
What will revive my memory?
My virgin mind behold a symbol
Symbol though colourless unlock the old, made naked the past
In the quietness of the river,
the sharpness of the symbol calls to mind than the swift spirit
What is memory when is not of symbol-dark dream in a stony sky
Memory is memorial only when is symbolize
Where is my memory revived?
In the brightness of my thought
Beyond the darkness of my doubts
Down the corridor of my mind
Over sanctum of my naivety
And above my dying passion
Somewhere my marble eye can view the past immemorial.
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