What is memory, have you ever thought of it?
Memories are like family photo album
It has been, since long I am sad at heart
When asked for reason, came the reply
no peace at heart, reason not known
Have you ever seen rusted lock discarded
Don't live life of rusted lock; life means action
Memories are always our permanent co-travelers
Don't live a life of prisoner in the prison of memories
All worship rising sun, but sun does set in also
No night is permanent, it has to make way for day break
Do you know sea drop is not a mere sea drop
The whole existence of sea is within the sea drop
Ho God that hand which stretches before you
never create conditions when I have to stretch
my hands before others; you are all merciful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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