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Surfer's poem: Memories
Life runs fast, its speed is sometimes obstructed, but does not stop, our surprises know no bounds... writes Renu Khandelwal.
Life runs fast,
Its speed is sometimes obstructed,
But does not stop,
Our surprises know no bounds,
When we see,
Sorrow suffered five years back,
And joy enjoyed five years back.
Mingle with each other,
And peacefully co-exist.
In the museum of memories.
Memories remain behind,
Memories of sorrow and happiness,
But they are same.
Because they are memories.
As dead bodies are same,
Whether of a sage or a criminal.
Because they are dead bodies.
We got both sorrow and happiness in life.
In interminable succession.
It is true for everybody and for all times,
Sometime we become overjoyed,
And sometimes we break in sorrow.
But, but, but,
They are all memories,
The pass that leaves us and
Handle us in the hands of future,
And we still remember,
Those benign memories.
As days go on,
Memories become fainter and fainter,
And we remember only some glimpses of those memories.
And that is true for all.
Memories tossed us between life and death.
Memories are the warm,
Caring and beautiful moments of life.
Renu Khandelwal
Rotary Public School , Gurgaon
renu_khandelawal@yahoo.com
