Poem : Power of Memory
Something we love
Lives after us:
A favorite song,
A cherished friend,
A sweet and cute baby,
Blessed with cherubic cheeks.
We pursue our passion
But only have one life to live.
Something we love
Lives after us:
A stolen kiss,
Bar-hopping and gate-crashing
Parties when we were young
And restless and carefree.
Memories we share will
Return to haunt us like
A phantom lurking
Silently in the shadows.
Memory is like an old
Shirt we wear, time and again,
Long after we pass on.
And this is our new dawn:
For this body is only
Our temporary abode.
But people who are
Close to us
Will remember us
Long after we are gone beyond
The setting of the sun.
BIO:
Dr. Archan Mehta has earned a PhD. in Management. Currently, he is a Consultant and Writer based in India. In his free time, Dr. Mehta likes to stroll in the outdoors and party with close friends. He is also fond of meditation. Please feel free to reach out to the poet at archanm@hotmail.com at your convenience.
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