Memoirs

“No, you cannot!
Gone are the days when
when you carelessly
roamed about the city
and people took care
of your taste, O soul.
Now, look back
and cherish ’em.

Memories, they are,
just that, nothing else.
Good times they were,
and there may be more.
But, not like that,
Nah, cannot be that.

Happy bird, free bird,
bid goodbye forever.
Random talk, lazy walk,
no more together…

Oh, you cannot!
O soul, but, hence life.
You don’t forget, no,
Remember, treasure!

At last, at least,
you saw happiness.
Bliss it was.”

Written by: Praveen Kumar Singhmar

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Some girls are made of sugar and spice and all things nice. Others, like me, are red haired, raw, and quite plus sized. Read my work on food and fashion on this blog.
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