OLD MEMORY

OLD MEMORY

P.K.ROUTRAY
You call me old and retired,
You may call me jaded and tired.

You only consider my physical appearance,
You only consider my historical balance.

But you never see my inner feeling,
You never consider my dream, desires and their offspring.

You do not see my past history which in me is still ringing,
How pleasure and pain the memory is bringing.

I remember my days on mother’s lap,
as if, lives, all the even after so much gap.

I remember my school days with friends and friendship’s vibrations,
long and cherries the glories and laurels in the fields and examinations.

The memories of my college days are fresh as if just happening,
The friends, girls and boys are as if still sweetly smiling.

The joy of service days with subordinate pears and superiors,
With then in society and clubs bring joy and tears.

I repent for hurting many of them,
for the warmth of their love and affection for me when they came.

I look at my family from beginning till now,
If I get a next life with them I shall do something more I do vow.

Time and age have rubbed me of my physical capability and zeal,
Or else I would have faced again any adverse situation with smile.