Memories: Red ,Blue And Yellow

How do these memories ripen up?

Truly! a bizarre.

From innocent infants to aggressive adults,

Is a mystery for some and surprise for others.

Right from mom's encouraging hand for toddler,

To the blessing hand for the groom.

This is a journey of excitements and struggles,

Carrying the couches of smiles and giggles.

A moment of astonishment and other of bewilderment,

Paves a way for the memories to be dreamt.

Soon the shower of teen blossoms within,

Delight, amusement and lots of races to win.

But the gregarious dark always lurk to strike,

Making you abide and cast a nastier pride.

Then a soothing hand and a comforting lap,

Washes off every illness and gets you a nap.

The curve of the merry hand follows you throughout your stand,

To carve your life with your own knife .

This line of fate blends your memories,

On the god gifted relations and cherries.