YOUR MEMORIES

YOUR MEMORIES



In the darkness of the night,
As my heart starts to cry,
Why should I hold back my tears
And why should I feel shy?


It’s true that I don’t complain
And don’t harbor a grudge.
Yet I fail to find my fault
When I sit down to judge.


Though you have forsaken me,
Yet I can’t forget you.
You are etched in my heart;
I don’t know why it’s true.

Why should I hold back my tears?
They’re memories of you.
I can’t help having lost you,
Why should I lose them too?


• Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 format


M C Gupta
5 June 2007