The past, the then future, lurks in the present
And the present
lives with the past
It’s a bridge between the past and the future
Memory, feelings,
attachment and experiences
To revive and rejuvenate ever for smiles
To ache and
agonize ever for tears
It haunts life-long like the shade-companion
Wordsworth in the
melancholy mood
Dances the sprightly dance of daffodils
And enjoys the
song of the Solitary Reaper
Keats’s heart aches with the depth of feeling
On recalling the
song of the Nightingale
The road I trod memorizing as a student
Brings back the
whole of Shakespeare’s poem
The memory of his father’s message keeps on
His son, the days
of obedience in the past
The recall of the past revives itself in the present
The past, stored
in the bank of memory
Serves as a beacon light in the path of life
It persists in
the endless motion of Time.
‘Cherished Cherries’
201 6 Jan,’05
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(Publishd in Triveni, Vol. 79, No.3, Jul- Sep, 2010)
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