957: About My Going Memory! Poem by Catastrophe KING

I was rootless, nomadic, drifting and roving;
And, I knew many in this journey of strife!
Many assert are friends and many skirmishing;
Here, I was learning the intricate ways of life!

Into the transparent layers of blistering memory;
Just, I saw reflections of my shortened feeling!
Many had just disappeared and many still spry,
And, I was standing amongst thousand, cheering!

Oh! My days are afresh, I am not nomadic or drifting
Drowned all my memories in the fiery lake of thought!
Today, I am not recklessly rootless nor am I roving;
Blissful, how I am narrating here an expressive ode!