Memoir Poem by Ratnakar Rout

Shivering the nerves of the earth
The cold breeze was blowing
In a chilled winter morning
The Birds were in the deep slumber
In their tiny nests
One timeworn wretched beggar
Covered in the rags was asleep
Beneath the lonely tree along the
Deserted street

With the embraces of your memory
Crossing the lanes and by-lanes
Down the main road I was
Moving desperately ahead in my morning trip.
At a turning where
The lane leads to the highway
A rare sight caught my sight
I stopped gazing there for a while
And walked out of the lane in hurry
Completely ignoring to remember the
Event at that moment
But do you believe?
Still that sight is alive in me
And hunts me now and then
Though long years have passed in the meantime
I take the same route very often
With a hope to oversee the sight once again
To my utter surprise
That lovely sight is never seen
But surprisingly that is still
Afresh in my memory lane
And hunts me now and then.