Memories are enmeshed in our existence
Some are bitter, a lot more to cherish.
A whiff of some brings smile to our lips
Very few, we hope, will never perish.
A sudden downpour, drops of rain
An earthen pot, that taste of tea
Mingles with petrichor and that old me.
Memories, flickering on and off
Like an old lamp with faulty connection
I still remember those deep gaze
Every new day serenades his resurrection.
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