Thursday, April 23, 2015

Your Old Memories

Your Old Memories 

by Rizwan Ahmed Memon

Today I went to that old Neem tree
To refresh some past memories,
To seek some forgiveness,
To get some flashbacks of you,
To feel the love that we had shared.

The wind was blowing,
The branches were swaying,
The waves were rising in the pond,
Your voice started to echo in my ears,
I could clearly picture you leaning against the tree.

Till today everything is as it was,
But you have gone.
Your laughs have gone.
Your absence has made me realize
What pain is, what loneliness is.

When I climbed the tree as we often did,
I watched that old cemetery.
And wondered if it was a dream having you in my life.
If that was a dream, I wished I would have never been woken up.


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