People Are Born To Forget Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Each day with her, he overflowed with compliments
Eight months later, he can't recall the color of her eyes, the way she smelled, the sound of her voice
And if I thought of one I knew and if the details became clear, I would not be able to leave the house for some time

People have limited capacity
People barely juggle attrocities
Take gingko biloba to remember the names of 1970's TV stars and to take out the trash

People are born to forget
Tree falling in the forest with no witnesses
When she sees what he has not done, she shouts but it does not jog this Rashomon version

This version exists somewhere, here it exists only for an instant
Not held on to, it drifts away like a child's balloon

I was born in a place I left six months later and never went back to
This civilization is bicarbonate of soda, whatever makes it softer on the system
The place of my birth has held absolutely no importance in my life