Remembrance

Poem


I wonder whether
remembrance is 
a gift or a curse?
As it pierces like
a sharp needle
in my heart.
Someone who'd
dwelled in my heart,
Had walked 
far-far away.
My eyes unaccustomed
to tears,
Shed a drop or two.
In the pain of
having lost them
forever,
In the fading 
winter mist.
While I still
remember those
who'd gone far 
away,
And who would've
even forgotten
me by this time.


By:- G.S.Vasukumar