garden of memories

written

tiny moments,
scattered across this garden of memories.

so far ive walked barefoot,
i no longer remember where ive left my shoes.

my feet were tender when i arrived, and always will be;
so long as this play of bitter-sweet memories tickle my bare soles.

truly,
i no longer remember where ive left my shoes,
but now i feel, i need them no more.



poem from udaan