The Photographs Poem by Ravinder Kumar Soni

A big roll of film
Quickly unwound
Is feeding my mind
With pictures
Thousands of pictures.
I have seen them all,
Once, twice and many times
I do not know,
The screen
In the back of my mind
Displays them continually,
Some in clear, smooth lines
And others shaded or defused.
Why? I do not know.
These are not dreams though
That tease me no end
That I do not need them
These are recorded memories
Part of my learning,
They are my experiences,
Close and linked with me.
Try I may,
Some of them,
I am not able to read.