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Memory lane

A place we live or go, a place we love; forgo,
We look back when we leave, for the memories they hold
It holds a precious place, and if we cut the chase
We go back in those days, like a sad song after a long time

Leaving it all behind, buried in grave,
There was once garlands here instead.
I’ve written my dreams in this garden at once,
Found comfort in cold, shelter in rain.

A scent so familiar, reminds me of the past
Looking around walking down the memory lane
Reminds me of those days of joy or shame
These broken bricks are witness of my time frame

A crystal shadow appears before,
It shows me everything like a film reel
Then I close my eyes, when I can’t take it anymore
It’s time to leave, I open the backdoor.

All that you’ve done here, doesn’t matter anymore
Caught up in the silence, haunts me like a stranger
No matter how far I go, it keeps calling my name
I witness here my old days, though this place is no longer the same.

Shopnil Mahmud

Shopnil Mahmud

A software engineer with avid interest on any form of arts and philosophy. Likes to write codes for a living and poetry for the soul. Currently residing in Toronto, originally from Bangladesh.

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