I had printed a story in my mind at night,
the other day, with the wings of a poem,
but the next morning, I wasn’t able to recollect
or reproduce the poem, as it
was erased from my mind completely.
I didn’t know what to do, tried to recite
the verses again and again, but to no avail.
I stood still to remember the past night’s experience,
which was lucid as daylight
I doubted it was a sign of Alzheimer’s tilt.
I attempted to listen to my inner voice
that commanded me gently twice
to pick up a plain paper and hold a pen
to jot down on the paper with the pen
whatever feelings touch the surface of my mind.
I calmed down, started to pen witty lines,
yet couldn’t put on paper that story
which gave me an irksome experience today.
Anyway, I have overcome it with happiness
and a fresh morning with determined embraces.
Medhini
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