Memories which once made us laugh and smile,
Now remembering them makes us cry for a while.
That lunch break and Morning Prayer,
The part of life which was insightful and, free of care.
I miss my idiots and fools,
Yes! There is a heaven on earth, named SCHOOL.
Sleeping in my grandma's lap in peace,
Words can't define that comfort, missing piece.
We will meet again on doomsday,
I have many incidents to share and convey.
My parents, the energy and hard work of whom I admired,
With time, they too are now aged and tired.
A memory is like a wound, unhealed,
Scratching it, always has some beautiful pain to be revealed.
I have a number of memories to name,
It is just not comfortable to frame.
I cry for a while when I try to read my mind,
I think this is called life, very well defined.