Memory is a heavy word,
That flies through our mind
Like a little bird.
It preserves the precious things
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Delightful poem about someting so precious as memory. Unfortunately we never know when it will us.....
Our brain is a chest in which memories are kept shut! They often come out lifting the lid. Some are sweet, some bitter, some dull and morose! However they stay together in harmony giving us happiness and sorrow in turn! In course of time, each gets buried in oblivion! Great write Sanjukta!