The yellow envelope in my old diary-
Lying since time immemorial
Letters with memories of daring escapades,
The yellow has begun to fade.
I start to wonder what happened to those who were a part of those adventures!
I contemplate a little and shed a tiny tear:
Tears of joy or tears of pain,
I fail to realise , what it is?
Maybe, like the yellow,my memory has faded a bit.
The setting sun glares through my window,
Bringing me back from my reverie.
Perhaps, I may never be able to recall.
Perhaps, I will have a recollection at an undetermined time in an unknown place. Who can tell?
Maybe, I’ll call recall someday when all of this becomes a memory;
Enveloped as a happy memory of what we call forever…
Shom & RM
19.9.21
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