Graveyard of Memories

Each one has stock of memories,

It can be of merry, sorrow and even worries.

The good ones remain so we can cherish,

The odd ones that we wish it'll perish.

If we had a burial built,

The whole galaxy will be lit,

With the pyre of each funeral,

The whole world will be a fireball.

So, we bury them in our heart and mind,

Some pop like zombies and they're unkind.

Creating unwanted chaos,

Awakening the dead inside of us.

There are some true souls,

Making us feel like rock n roll.

Memories are locks to the past,

And a key to the future's blast.

Good ones blooms like fresh morning flower,

Bad ones are meant to be in soil forever.

Though few good ones needs to be buried,

As they only cause turmoil and are not needed.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind