Memories of the Past – Rujushree Borah

Memories of the Past. 

Lost, lost are the times of the past,

The golden memories are covered by rust.

The old echo of our sprightly voices, 

Which rings in our ears with great noises. 

The stamps of mud in our jeans, 

The blues and bruises in our skins. 

The sprinting in our tip toes,

The crawling under the beds.

Those times are locked in our reminiscences, 

The key vanished in the irreversible times abyss. 

With the flashes of the past pieces, 

The heart fills with melancholic happiness. 

Scribbling down the happy moments amassed, 

Remembering the memories of the Past. 

A poem By—–Rujushree Borah