The moments long gone never come back.
It is as if it’s a bird.
A paper oscillating in the air.
With the precious memories they hold.
The feeling it gives when caught.
The warmth that bursts in your lungs,
Which carries a sack of joy,
And also a little sorrow.
For the moments with the kids,
Are continuous golden threads.
Weaved with needles of happiness,
Which become a jubilatory notion.
This cloth is a fragment,
A fragment of your heart.
Which will always be there,
Though the memories long gone.
Poem by:
Aryaman Iyer