Friday, December 11, 2009


As I reclined on the couch, my eyes go back to the memory lane,
with sweet memories round the corner creep up now and then,
Memories of sweet and ugly flashes with vigor again.

Somewhere could I still hear the lullaby she sung,
perhaps mom was calling me from dark woods,
Memories of attempts to fulfill my parent' desire
But,could never be the one.

Sweat she bore with all her desire,
left behind is her memories.

Memories such sweet as mine, are
only memories to die for.

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