The Mystic Godavari
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Old is gold...
Life dwells in enigmatic thoughts.. Never ending process of accumulation Amalgamation of all the feelings Precipitating into layers of memories Crossing the stages...child, ..adult...oldie.... Changing the phases...daughter,.. wife, ..mother ... The oldest is at the bottom Stratigraphy says You know...no such rule in life... A tiny memory of the early age Blossom the garden of galloping thoughts Brings smile on face Makes life ravishing You.... my dear childhood buddy Still fresh in the memorial garden Some days more... some days less But surely, I miss you every day May be that is the reason...they say Old is gold... The older the memory The sweeter the thought that lay For Poets United Poetry Pantry #305
