I wish I could have lost my memory,
I would have recovered my life, now tremory.
Every pain suffered would totally be demolished out of my mind,
making it possible to live this life of mine well recognized.
Loosing it selectively would have been a joy for me,
as it would take away what I don’t wanted to reckon & mean.
Not astonishing for others to gift them with sticky tears,
making it difficult for them to ignore these drops of fear.
Fear of loosing a closed one could prove to be dangerously pathetic,
they ,my near & dear ones could now show, they’re aesthetic.
Now I could have shown how much I am self-centered,
by gaining, happiness for myself & sorrows for my beloveds.
This selfishness will prove to be a boon for their child,
realizing later on that it was required to save my life.
It had became impossible to breathe in with those memories,
which always gifted me bouquet of thorns instead of roses.
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