Poetry

Those Ones

People come and people go,

Left are precious memories only,

Often they do accompany us,

When we are ourselves ‘N lonely

Some are delightful, some are sad

They come in all colours and shades

Some over- flow as river of tears,

Some surge like laughing cascades.

Let’s choose cheerful memories love,

Life is too ephemeral to brood,

This is our solitary chance to live,

Time, once gone, is gone for good.

                                                                               ~ Sudha Dixit

                                                                                         Bangalore, India

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