A very remote memoir,
Often pokes me in disguise.
For, these days,
...
Quarantined Love
A very remote memoir,
Often pokes me in disguise.
For, these days,
I had been too busy
Forgetting;
Skipping the pages-
Where dwells a dead petal,
Scrubbing the skin-
Where dwells a touch,
Impregnating the air-
Where dwells an aroma,
Re-structuring the neuron-
Where dwells your memory.