Precious Poem by Umasree Raghunath

Precious are the memories of a life
That enriched as my man's wife
It was all a beautiful garden of roses
But now remained as a lush of thorns
Thoughts fly of those days like birds
Those happy moments relive in grids
The comfort of being in that warmth
Put my mind and heart to calms'
The care that was showered in love
Made me fly mad like a dove
The affections that fragrances in life
Cannot be paralleled again as a wife
Gone are the days holding his hand?
Precious are the memories in wand
Gone are the days walking with him
Precious are the memories of steps taken?
Gone are the days of eating together
Precious are the memories feeding my future
Gone are the days of working together
Precious are the memories of growing better
What remains when the reality goes off?
Are the memories that are too precious?
What remains when the reality dawns in?
Are the memories that lived together?
What remains when I disappear from this world?
Is my eternal love that I hold for the man of my heart?
What remains when my mortal remains go off this world?
Is a precious relationship that silently buried and gone old
What remains of me when I am really gone for ever?
Is a love that saw no sun light but that lived for ever?
In me and my precious moments that are cherished
In me and my precious memories that are relived………..