Our life is full of different memories. There are some memories which have become just some pictures by time. Though we don’t carry any realistic connection with those pictures, but still we can’t deny the emotional attachment. In this small poem, I have tried to bring that human feeling that follows us for long time. First English poem although .

Name: A key to memory

" In the bush of memories, 
What do you try to find?
Is that any key 
Or something of that kind ?


In that old timeline
Nothing remained captured //
History has left behind - 
Only a few pictures // "


Writer: Kunt Ch ( Philaric Mind )
Dated : 21st August 2020

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