Memory
Bubbles troubles my easiness,
My nerve crumbling in the business.
To review past experiences,
I gather energy to tune the reverence.
Caring hands once entertained my forehead,
Sharing the allusions painted me morbid.
Time may forget, place may beget other ‘I’ and ‘You’;
An evergreen dream any moment targets to pursue.
I desire My day be the chip of old block;
Yet, disposition denies to be in the same flock.
A thorn of cactus satiates me;
Your presence is vibrant thee.
To venture chill glaciers of memory,
All seems null as you my summary.
Tuna Biswal
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