Desperate

I always forget the keys Do you remember the picture We took on beach, Relics of sensual nights Elegance of summer days All is there in my drawer But, I have lost the keys I lost keys ,when I needed most Whenever something precious Was required, when someone was waiting for Money kept in locker, and above all When I crave for childhood Pictures there in the drawer I forget the keys I have forgotten the keys, of The cage I entered willingly Made by bones and muscle, In adolescence I fell prey to beauty of Its interior, but now as its guile is open secret I have forgotten the keys I always forget the keys