May 2014
The soul memorizes
All pleasant past;
Then it agonizes
The departure of fond ones.
Such were the times
By-gone by the journey,
That occasionally chimes’;
Memories sweet as honey.
As years rolled by,
Far flung the great times;
But those moments stood by,
In the melody of her rhymes.
All pleasant past;
Then it agonizes
The departure of fond ones.
Such were the times
By-gone by the journey,
That occasionally chimes’;
Memories sweet as honey.
As years rolled by,
Far flung the great times;
But those moments stood by,
In the melody of her rhymes.
When I was young and in school there was a singer who I was inspired by, she soon became my friend. Things fell apart after schooling. She went her way and I mine. Even after many years her melodious voice still wriggles in my ear. In this age of multimedia browsing, I hope that I’ll find her elsewhere. I wish to conclude this poem after I contact her.
(INDIA)
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