My Memory

Have a cruel memory.

A boon and a bane.

I remember  dates and time

Vivid pictures of the events

flow as in a slide show.


They bring both pleasant

and disturbing thoughts.

The more I wish to forget,

the more they augument.


Forgetfulness  surfaces

as one gets old, Perhaps

I am an exception,

I seem not to lose track.


With a sharp memory

I live. A blessing, I

would say.  A gift, a reward

I can go on, being a recollection

of words I learnt  in school.








By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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