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Des Vu (Moments Become Memory)

Updated: Jul 16

By Dr. Harvinder Jeet Kour

Time,,Indeed is a mystery,

Since ages it always has been,

Each day that passes prints history,

Of the moment that our life has seen


Some moments we wish could stay,

but there r some we always regret,

Some we cherish with each passing day,

And there are some we wish could forget.


Someone has rightly said,

We never know the value of a moment ,

Until it becomes a memory.


We get been so busy with our every day lives,

that importance of a moment we never realize .


Have you ever thought?

This moment could be the last,

To talk with people with whom we daily talk,

The friends with whom we daily cherish,

This could be the last moment with them to relish.


Those trips with people we love,

Could be the last place with them to go.


Those child hood days when we wished to be adults,

Those teenage days when u thought this life was such a pain,

One day when memories will strike,

U would wish to live that life again..


These college days that seem so hectic,

These classes that we hate to attend,

One day we will look back and realize,

These were the best days to spend.


Each day is a gift,

Each moment a treasure,


Only if we know the value of these moments,

We would spend them with pleasure,


Some days are joyous like sunny days,

Some days bring clouds of sorrrow.,

But we must cherish each day,

In the hope of bright tomorrow.


Time gone will never return,

Good or bad, days never stay,

But no matter what,

One must always seize the day.


So there is only one line to story.

Enjoy each and every moment,

As one day every moment will become a memory. .


By Dr. Harvinder Jeet Kour




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