Your Memory Poem by Birbal Singh

Your memory touches my mind
like soft breeze
touches a lake
and makes ripples
on the surface,
or it touches
the freshly bloomed leaves
of April.
Your memory touches my mind
like a floating feather fall
and touch the ground,
like first raindrop touches
the hopeful dry-land,
and it touches like a hand of a loved one
, in rough times.
And it comes
like a promising news after
a long long time.
It comes like the warm wind of
May, and makes my passions bloom like roses.