Memory
On the trail, that was once started,
A few steps back to originality,
Yes, not ignoring the future,
Just a moment, a moment revived,
To what was and to validate to what is for now,
Memory, a constant reminder of the past
Kept by some, casted away by a portion, suppressed momentarily by others,
Difficult to abide its presence,
Interwoven with clusters of misconceptions, it remains untouched,
That drains the best of others, further drowned by resentment,
Who you were, who you are and who you will be….
It has answers for all,
“It is sad to go to pieces like this, but we all have to do it “said Mark Twain once,
Into pieces, where originality dissolves into uncertainty,
Elapsing after a deformation, and another and another,
Fading within the fixed time-frame, decaying ostensibly,
The mind’s store losing its’ capacity of holding back its asset,
Slipping away, dispersing into tiny fragments.
It stands vividly in the minds of bearers and as for real.
Tarnish it as much as you before it become the victim of age…
K.Poornima
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nostalgic theme with a different style leting us know of how can safe keep our golden assets in terms of beautiful elapsed moments. Memories are our jewels and we should preserve them for they make us lively all the time when we they are shaped with any stimulus.....10/10