Like a lone duck, sitting

In a desolate, dry lake,

At the repressed memories

I, grudgingly, look back

It’s a deluge of recollections

Some sinking, and some floating

I would rather evade the sad,

Choose the sombre and gloating

I reminisce the foregone past

And live in the present glory

It’s vital to remember history

To commemorate my story

Wherever I had lost; those events

Taught me a valuable lesson

Which  enables  me, in future,

To choose the proper destination

                                              ~Sudha Dixit

                                                  Bangalore, India