Walking Down the Memory Lane
A step I take,
Another smile on my face
Repeatedly,
Another,
Then another, another and again
Another,
I felt different for the next step
Something hard,
Felt like something
Was falling on my chest
A heavy thing
Metaphorically, of course
Within the next step
The shinny little drops on my eyes
Were being pulled by the gravity
Almost as,
The pull will never end
Not because of the gravitational pull
But,
Because of the reason
That my eyes were in no mood of taking rest
Once again, the watery face of mine was all in smiles
I was somewhere else
This time around,
My neurons had received
The message that,
It was a time not to be sad but to smile
But wait,
You’ve just entered
You can’t yet judge
Weather to cry or to smile
You are walking down your memory lane
There’s lot to see,
Lot to feel
A lot to smile
And lot to cry
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