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

Comments

Mary said…
Beautifully penned, PT. Indeed the older the memory the sweeter the thought. It seems that those good long ago memories do grow sweeter with time for sure.
Sanaa Rizvi said…
This is such a beautiful and tender write..!!
Sumana Roy said…
aw...beholding passage of time with all the sweetness...beautiful...

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