MEMORIES

Going down the memory lanes

Those sweet and sour experiences

Nana telling me to be brave

And adamant on my convictions

Always support what is right

Also to be soft spoken and polite

Tales of valor love and sympathy(from mythology)

Narrated by nani

Papa with his crocodile and monkeys

Moral: use your brains always

Ma:she never told me stories

But shared her experiences

Helped me write my own stories

And become self- dependent

My wars with bhai

Our conspiring together

Invoking unsaid faith and support

We kids in nursery classes

Pestering “big sir” with our kiddish curiosities

Growing up protected, provided and loved

Then, those days of idol worshipping

And being called a bookworm

Mould and merge as dreams of future

Golden carefree days of yore

All taken over

By worries of all kinds

Struggle of survival

But as time passes, people come and go

Memories are always there

Caressing me with morals, smiles

And tears of anguish and pain

But always inspiring me

To go on and on

Follow my aim

Emerge a winner!