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THE MEMORIES KEEP RETURNING YET THE CANDLE MUST KEEP BURNING
One more evening ends
And one more night begins
Light and darkness blend
As I miss my best friends.
Shazi is battling odds
Moby too is struggling
Adnan and Ronnie
Must be revelling.
And "Donna" the sweet one
Must be fast asleep
While I must start my work
As night tasks beckon.
Mary Hopkins appears
With her song in my mind:
"Those were the days..."
We have left far behind.
"Yes, those were the days"
My lips hum the tune
Rekindling those evenings
With friends, stars and moon.
Eyes hide some tears
As old times flash back
On the silverscreen of yore
Replaying the gone years.
And then she appears
Smiling, with white clouds,
Daphne, my first love,
And boredom disappears.
For a while I am back
With her once again
Walking in a park
Sharing joy and pain.
Suddenly I am shaken
As a lightning blazes far
Followed by a thunder
To the present April 11.
How I want to break free
From the mundane daily toil
And sing and dance merrily
With my friends and Daphne!
Yet it is not pragmatic
I cannot even dream
Of abandoning my job
And tasks journalistic.
So I must be content
With the flashbacks of past
While braving the hard work
Till the dark hours do last.
Yet Gray's poetic Elegy
Rings louder and louder
As echoes from "those days"
Mingle with my labour.
I pull out a cigarette
And smoke for a while
In the effort to remain
Trapped in fate's guile.
My beloved, rare woman,
Is a positive thinker
So I must not give up
The struggle to join her.
The memories keep returning
Of a fine April evening
But I am like the candle
Which must keep on burning...
(Written by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay. Posted
on Monday, April 11, 2011).
