Memory - Poem by Abhay Agarwal
Memory, not needing to say a word
for having vision within the soul.
Slaves, entwined in each other
Charioteer for your mind,
Businessman for your mouth.
Image of a beautiful figure, shadow of a devil.
Too horrific to look at, covered with sins
A key to the painful past, and barricade to future
He only holds the pain, and suffering
Happiness at a distance.
And still he looks through you,
Past the physical and even the emotional
Looking at the true identity, a entity so pure.
Yet, stained by memory.
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