I pack my memories in a suitcase
from time to time
and leave it in a corner
hidden
from the ghosts of the society
away
from the rights and the wrongs
opened
once in a while
reminiscing
the good and the bad
the lively and the gloomy
every lesson learnt
every person you met
stored properly in that bag
a reminder to the life lived
to the fullest.....
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A Wandering Mind
PoetrySome random thoughts which pass by like wind and leave behind a void to be filled.
