Fading Memories... Poem by Ruta Mohapatra

There are those names…
The faces forgotten
Then there are those faces…
The names forgotten

Those stories, those lore…
How did they begin?
Wherefore were they
So dear, so gripping?

Has the wind changed?
The seasons altered?
Why were they so
Full of charm and allure?

Is she the same
That walked on air?
So light the gait,
So full of flair!

Wherefore do we memories make
That fade with the time
Losing color and shape? !