MEM0RIES

ARVIND K. PANDEY

Mind has become the storehouse of memories,

Sweet memories which are mine,

Which are of course my prized possession,

When loneliness has gripped me

They surround me slowly and make their presence felt.

They neutralize the pain of wounds inflicted by the world,

Innocent charm cast by the them

Even makes these wound’s pain sweeter;

Wa1king down memory lane

I can very clearly see those days,

The days of my childhood;

When success and failure were things of little importance

Where we knew little about morality and idealism,

But still they were part of all our actions.

With the increase in knowledge

We have become selfish and self centered,

The fire of envy has burnt down morality and idealism into ashes.

We have lost the power to express our true emotions,

An easy task for us during our childhood.

The purity of heart which is required is no more,

Indeed a great loss;

Memories which would always be with me like guiding star,

I wish they would never part from me,

Let they be always on my side till doomsday,

Yes, only thing I like to be surrounded by

When I fell asleep in the arms of death forever