We came for a swim
In what looked to me a dream,
Water nor worries,
We swam in old memories,
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A fascinating description on how we dwell on memories. Another brilliant write.
Dream is felt true ever. We swim in the pond of dream and in practically we swim in the pond of memories. A brilliant Haiku (poem) is astutely portrayed by you dear Pathak sir, thank you a lot.
So crisp and short..... Yet..... the sloshing in memories seems so refreshing as a dip in a clear gurgling stream!
Thanks for your interesting feedback, dear poet