Retreat Poem by Ravinder Kumar Soni

The load of the memories I carry,
Is a bother I cannot do without;
Born, I have to live and survive,
Without them, I cannot relate myself,
With a person, event, thing or thought,
I would then be a very lonely person,
I wouldn't know who I am,
Where the others are;
Such seclusion does not suit me.
I walk on a crowded path,
That meanders through hills and dales;
I have the mind to hold on to a hand,
That is untouched,
There is none except mine, cold and wet.
Verily, it is the right path taken by me,
It does not deviate.
I owe it to the load I carry.