Possess you, the power to elevate
ones mood, and make one feel Elite.
You can make one, plunge into melancholy,
For the reason that may sound too silly.

Plethora of happiness, from memories
you derive
Possess they the power, to make departed
folks alive.
As though, to the past we are clung.
Like a kite held by the string.

But then, comes the ceaseless time.
And helps fade the memories
once thought, prime.
Engrossed deeply in one's chores,
the life goes on..
Realising that, one can't reclaim
the days foregone.

Shed your tears in happiness or sorrow
in those memories.
But soon, put it aside in the treasury.
Cause, the time circle waits for none.
Until on this earth, one's life is done.
Yogita-