I saw a person walking up to me,
young and energetic she seemed to be,
Black hair flowing down her shoulder,
Head held high and form slender.
She took her seat beside me,
and looked down at me lovingly.
She said-‘remember the time you sat on a swing?’
‘Remember the excitement, remember the thrill?’
I felt her hand on my forehead,
She said-‘I remember everything, though you forget’
My face was contorted in a frown,
She said-‘I don’t understand what went wrong.’
She said-‘remember the day you fell in love?’
I regret I could never express what I felt.
She said-‘remember the day you first held your child?’
The happiness could not be enumerated even if I tried.
It was strange that the girl excavated my memories,
Her image was bleary and blurred to me.
I tried to focus and my old eyes crinkled,
The frown on my face was hidden behind the wrinkles.
I reached out to touch her,
I realized it was not a person but an illusion.
The image suddenly vanished in thin air,
My eyes opened on the bed of a hospital’s intensive care.
The young girl who had walked up to me,
was none other than the younger me,
still lurking in the corners of my heart, saddened,
surfacing sometimes, still wondering what happened!