By Lekshmy Thrideep
In the corridors of my mind, memories reside,
Like treasures in a chest, they quietly hide.
Moments of laughter, moments of tears,
Echoes of the past, through the years.
A photo, a scent, a familiar song,
Memories surface, vivid and strong.
In the tapestry of life, they weave and blend,
Guiding us, like a faithful friend.
Through time's passage, they remain,
A cherished link to joy and pain.
In the garden of thoughts, they bloom and grow,
Memories, like stars, in the night's gentle glow.
By Lekshmy Thrideep
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