Memories - Poem by Anupa Subramanian
Some memories reminds us of a melody,
It encapsulates us in its lovely cocoon,
Woven of silk and threads of maroon.
It pulls us to its core, and pampers
Just like a baby caressed by her mother,
Wishing her to smile in peace and lull.
It swings us on its lap, singing.
Unaware we dance in its tune,
Rejoice; being sorrow immune.
Some memories are like songs of separation,
It plays with a thud and bouts of despair
Eyes weep, hearts cringe, and longs a repair.
It breaks down the youth in us,
And makes us feel, breathless.
The lump in the throat that it forms,
Slowly and quietly transforms, engulfs.
Memories are like tiny droplets of water on a string,
Some falls apart as soon as formed, at the rim.
some refusing to leave, remain really very long,
others refusing to leave drift away with time; along.
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