Love-My memory
Friday,10th Aug 2021
Love is my memory
that makes me not to feel sorry
neither it adds worry
nor forces me to carry
I let my fancy go
and blow
its own tune
and laugh at the fortune
my feet move
and prove
they are not living with the bondage
they are not held captive or in a cage
I loved a person
who made desertion
left me alone
and gone with the wind
it is my life
but not torn with strife
I live of my own
and make my resolve known
Dr. Hasmukh Mehta
D.Litt, Folt
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hasmikh Mehta welcome..Sanjoy Saksena