It flashes for no reason
A whiff of a thing unforgotten
From the distant insignificant past
Walk I alone in a fashionable T-shirt
Sporting dark glasses
“Why those glasses?"
Asked an old man, my dead dad’s crony
‘My eyes are sore’ I mumbled
And stalked
Is it childlike pride of bigness?
An attempt to win recognition of sorts
A memory may not have a meaning.
dear mallik garu i took quite some time to see your comment planning to bring out my collected poems soon our regards to you and chy sow vijaya garu all the best vvb
ramji 13-May-2015 02:46 AM
How are you, Ramarao garu? Namaste. Nice to read your thought provoking poem.
