DOWN THE MEMORY LANE

While goin' through my diary Old
I found there a treasure of Gold
Memories are like the Gold
When the are Old Old  n Old

I found a Dried Rose
embedded in the Pages
A dried Rose ...but ..
But with Fresh Thorn.

I couldn't resist self
tried to touch the same
Alaas ....
The moment I touched it..
the throne pricked ...

I was in tears...
Just Reminding  ...
The Parting Party ...

Now only the Dried Rose ... N mee
Enjoying The Prick ...
Heavenly Prick of the Thorn
The Dried Rose with still Fresh Thorn...


SUNIL JOSHI


(Written on A Day Filled with Tears )