Memories are gold mines where we mine our thoughts
Some of these thoughts are regrets and caused us pain
Others make us smile and wish we saw it play on and on
These are what make us come alive
Those are the aroma that emanates from our souls
Times bring the dirt of memories
As though a seasonal movies begging to be watched
Amidst our darken chronicles awoken to sunrise of today
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem