Memories

Memories have no age, no death but birth.
They come out not as per seniority.
Love and hatred have given them birth.
Pain and pleasure are their end products.
Joy and sorrow are their finished goods.
They tell me to love or hate a person.
They tell me to fear or scare a person.
Memories are the soul’s manifestation.
05.01.2009

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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