Memories Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

Memories

A quiet evening —
memories rise
like a dust storm.

Thought after thought
moves up and down,
until a new structure forms.

Like a book rack —
books rearranged,
a different look,
a quiet reflection.

Sunday, February 22, 2026
Topic(s) of this poem: books
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