I sit in the gazebo of memories

As the emotions meander around.

I sit as the reminiscence of my austere self,

Makes me covet to travel to the past.

I sit in the gazebo of memories

As the emotions meander around.

 

I sit as I am reminded by them,

How my demeanour has changed,

How from  a soft-hearted boy,

I became an iron-hearted man.

I sit in the gazebo of memories

As the emotions meander around.

 

I sit in a resolute stoicism,

As the waves of time alter the sands of life.

I sit, wishing to scream,” I am the same”.

Instead, I choose to silently bleed rhymes through my lesioned memories.

I sit in the gazebo of memories

As the emotions meander around.

 

– Syed Shabbir Ahmad

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