As and when the box of nostalgia opens,
It spreads the exuberant fragrance of memories,
As such memories are still fresh to relish;
But certain memories which are dead and buried
Shall be kept as buried forever;
It is better not to exhume those for a re post-mortem
To avoid the unnecessary cogitation
On the wasted moments in the past.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem