It’s damn hard to escape from memories,
Those that make us smile and cry as well,
Still they keep playing hide and seek adding varieties,
To our life so that we like the Old Mariner can tell.
It’s the good memories that we want to embrace,
But the bad ones never feel tired to follow,
The winner? The answer we need to trace,
As the mystery lies buried inside an unknown hollow.
As the albatross’ love for the ship the memories are always there,
Passing a long time without these is something rare!
Author's Notes/Comments:
In the 4th line, the Old Mariner is the person who appears in the poem, "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" written by the English poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge. He kills an innocent albatross and the curse of the Almighty befalls upon all the sailors. Later on, he truly feels that he has committed a great mistake by killing the bird; however, he is forgiven at the end of the day. Thus, he decides to share his own sweet and the bad memories, related to that incident, with other people so that they can learn the focal lesson- "He prayeth best, who loveth best..."
Oh Ziaul, I love how you
Oh Ziaul, I love how you expressed this line...its so true...maybe too true for some to bear, but it rings powerfully loud for myself!! "As the mystery lie buried inside an unknown hollow"...love it!
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thank you
Thank you so much. :)