Memories, we treasure as they are worth
like the diminishing fire struggling to keep identity still giving warmth,
like struggle of destitute woman trying protect her child from the cold raining night bath.
Like the pleasant touch of unseen spring breeze,
like the dirtiness of writing on a stony Creek.
Like the beauty of creeping light through dense woods,
like bizarre view of the setting sun of widowhood
Like a beautiful Temple decorated with dancing statues,
like a paper boat in a flowing river loosing it’s virtue.
like the by gone address of a non fulfilled love affair,
like the faint line from the painted foot on a river stair
may be like devastation from ravaging twister,
However, you are a darling and preserved for ever.