The memories
Tell me
Why do you keep coming back, memories!
Like a child who comes home at dusk
Embracing the evening
You kiss my forehead with affection
You know
The time stretched and extended
Like elastic
Stays at the same place
When innocent giggles used to go out on a ride, In paper boats
As soon as the drops started playing
When the rainbow was not in the sky
But used to peek into little eyes
But in the rains the same drops
Don't play cymbals
Now they fall
On the cemented floors
With wet eyes, Complaining
In the rains of memories
The mind
Makes a splash
Looks silently like a bird with wet wings
It ignores even the piece of sunlight
Every evening
I ask each leaf that has fallen
The reason for its falling
I hum, A song in their ears
And take a promise from them
To remain green again
If any leaf does not fall
I steal it
The moisture from the wind
I transfer it into the piggy bank
Buried in the ground
I grab Some golden coins
By pushing aside the clouds
And place them in their palms
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 😊🙏 @vikbuddy
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