Memories Poem by Arvind Srivastava

I keep my memories
on my shoulder
A slight scratch on it
I do not accept
However difficult the time is

No matter how much the clouds change their color
The sea hisses to its fullest
The sun is about to set

My memories are my hope
Where my dreams anchor
With its continuity
Our time rests
Where death avoids
From bursting

Where buds break out in dreams
Where it talks to the gods
Your humble servant!

©Arvind Srivastava, INDIA