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The sediments of memory

Kill us-one grain at a time-

In the ocean of lost nectar

As we claim, “We grow, second by second.”

 

The molds of our helplessness keep on growing

Like the monkeys of circus

Playing the tricks tirelessly and aimlessly.

 

All we can have learnt

Over ages is

To drape the memories

With time.

 

The memories-

we never can offer a funeral;

Unlike humans they are thankful

They know the essence of the relation

Of the creator and the creation!

 

Perveiz Ali born in Pampore, the famous Saffron Town of Kashmir is a poet-educationist. He writes his heart out, in verse and in prose. His poetry has gained him considerable appreciation not only in his nation, but internationally also.

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