Theme: Memories

Memory

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.

18-Nov-2013

More By  : Dr. Rama Rao Vadapalli V.B.

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Comments on this Poem

Comment 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

Comment How are you, Ramarao garu? Namaste. Nice to read your thought provoking poem.

Kumarendra Mallick
19-Nov-2013 10:45 AM


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