The hatred shall regress
The agonies shall pass
What you shall be left with
Are memories of the dark
The hunger shall satiate
The happiness shall abate
What you shall be left with
Are memories in a spate
What are these memories
That we so fondly cling
What is the joy of this earth
That we hope these will bring
Why do the lonesome wisps
Float wearily in the sky
Taking us back in time
Sometimes making us cry
Asking questions of our actions
Memories, sweet, bitter and more
Ecstasy, grief, bonded helically
And often shaking our core
Memories keep us company
Till the very last post
In our memory one fine day
The future may raise a toast
Subir Chakraborty / 21st Aug 2018
poetryforthesoul2018.com 
“He was still too young to know that the heart’s memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and that thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burden of the past.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
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What a beautiful comment! Thanks.
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