A Memory

A memory once so full of life Has its strength to again revive? Would have had if not been forged with The load of sorrow and painful thing But does that mean an arch of smile Can be camouflaged with just few brine? And so a memory once filled with joy Could not bring cheer as like a child with toy But the longing and fear hammer hard Whenever you remind you of pain and stark And that the happiness is such a weak Unable to defend a memory! But a single touch of agony can breathe For years over the highest peak...?