Memories Turned Me Into A Poet
Memories Turned Me Into A Poet
We both were drenched under the same rain
When both of us had umbrellas in hand,
I guess believing it to be a paper we wrote our dreams in sea side sand.
In those several unmet meetings your eyes commanded 'not to think of the gone to recreate'
But I think you don't know your memories are what turned me into a poet.