DOWN THE MEMORY LANE
Hearing the sound of a gentle knock,
I open the gate of my dreamy heart.
I see a memory lane of an immemorial past,
Leading to the address of some unforgettable moments,
Of pleasure and pain.
A treasure is hidden down the memory lane.
The garden of memories is full of blossoms –
Blossoms of multifarious colors and incense.
They sweeten my soul; they refresh my brain.
What rejuvenation down the memory lane!
There appear some figures and faces,
With smiles, frowns, and grimaces.
There are beloveds, worst enemies,
philosophers, and an insane.
Everybody I found down the memory lane.
@Dr. Zainul Husain, India
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