My Memory
M y memory doesn’t have a memory to remember
Y esterdays fuse with todays and look to the future.
M y memory has lost the canvas it was given to paint
E ver flowing colors of life time permanently washes
M arooned mind can’t be captured in an easel vacant
O ld dream always breaks new ones when it crashes
R ising from the ruins I face the present I don’t want
Y earn for the time for future to glow in past flashes.
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2017
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