Did you take your name after – paradox?
You let us smile, and you let us cry.
Sometimes you still smile;
But rarely do I see u in tears.
Isn’t this unfair?
May be, that’s why people regard you as memories—
For some being the most cherished;
And for others, a mere passing cloud.
But there are times you still remind us –
The lush history, we totally forgot.
In that case, are you a magical mirror then?
To show me, the dreams of my past;
And the painful remains of the present.
You should be my friend, I guess;
Because, no one else – except you,
Knew what I had in my heart.
Are you what people call – a time machine?
Since you let us go to the past.
But you also forbid us to hook in there.
No more dilemmas! Because –
We only exhaust to find out who you are;
We’ll never find and you will never rest.
You must be the byword of hope.
For you never tire to save our present for future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem