The memories are coming into life,
Like something almost known.
The now which is certainly blown,
And their impact is hugely in strife.
Are they taking new birth?
Or it's just that am getting old.
It remains as a paper fold,
When open comes in worth.
Yet still is the day I live,
Everyday for I remember her.
She is a memory from the core,
And her image fixed on every shore.
Thala Abhimanyu Kumar
Dated: 19/07/2019
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Memories add sweetness to life. Let old images be renewed with each passing year. Thanks, Dear Poet.