Memory Poem by Saroj Padhi

Memory is mischievous
turning me into a bad boy
inside an old heart
drawing me to the bank
and making me throw pebbles of thoughts
into the secret pond of heart
knowing not how I suffer
from love's fatal blow —
a star-struck lover drenched
in tears of dew
under a half-moon's glimmering glow.
Why do I fall in love again and again
with streaks of rosy hues
that like a subterranean stream flow
inviting my lusty heart to dive and dip,
deep inside into the waters of illusion
sucking in all my raw emotion
draining me of jubilation
to leave my heart wallow pathetically
under strokes of Time's painful castration?