SOUVENIRS

How many of us take souvenirs from the places we visit,
But never realized that after sometime those things really do remind us about the mountains and bridges,
The essence of those things will never fade away,
And it will always felt like we are standing on those sun rays,
We took photos as a part of our memories,
We took bracelet to chains in hurry,
but these small things keep those visits alive and immortal,
That bracelet you wore and you broke it after a while,
But you kept that peice of the memory in the box of memorial,
Yet we keep forgetting how much we took so many things for granted,
About how many time you open your shelf and never look back at those memorial,
Because of the unchronological life we live with so much work,
Your childhood pictures are the remembrance of the days,
You are free, alive, and living without any restrictions and responsibilities,
They are precious souvenirs your parents created for you,
How many moments we thok it will be gone and we will remember this as a part of our life you are living,
But talking about living, How many time you actually lived after your childhood?
Those token you kept in the box of your memorial are still alive,
And how memories you created by yourself and your loved one,
And what If one day your mini version asks you about the token you kept,
So, How your box of memorial looks like?

MANSI CHAMOLI

 

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