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Blooming into my memories
#MemoryGarden
It was a pleasant day,
for a walk, in the garden,
built in our community space,
to appreciate the beauty, of the nature.
As I entered, I was welcomed,
by blossoms of the white lily,
its sweet perfume brought nostalgia,
and I remembered, childhood years.
Those were the days of innocence,
being free, like daisies in the meadows,
but, we grew, chasing our dreams,
of reaching sunshine, like this Sunflower.
As I was reminiscing, my teenage years,
feelings of love, brushes of romance,
I went a bit further, beyond earthy scents,
to a lush plantation, of fragrant Jasmines.
So I proceed, to vibrant flower beds,
where I watched yellow marigolds,
and I remembered, the struggles faced,
for my aspirations, to achieve success.
Those were difficult times,
yet, imparting valuable lessons,
and I rise over those challenges,
like pink lotus blooming, in a murky pond.
And I finally reached the exit,
walking alongside the rose beds,
the white, yellow, pink and orange,
while captivating were the red...
Some other day, I whispered,
on my lips, a smile appeared,
as slowly, I walked out...
Leaving behind, my memory lane.
© Dr. Manish Rout
It was a pleasant day,
for a walk, in the garden,
built in our community space,
to appreciate the beauty, of the nature.
As I entered, I was welcomed,
by blossoms of the white lily,
its sweet perfume brought nostalgia,
and I remembered, childhood years.
Those were the days of innocence,
being free, like daisies in the meadows,
but, we grew, chasing our dreams,
of reaching sunshine, like this Sunflower.
As I was reminiscing, my teenage years,
feelings of love, brushes of romance,
I went a bit further, beyond earthy scents,
to a lush plantation, of fragrant Jasmines.
So I proceed, to vibrant flower beds,
where I watched yellow marigolds,
and I remembered, the struggles faced,
for my aspirations, to achieve success.
Those were difficult times,
yet, imparting valuable lessons,
and I rise over those challenges,
like pink lotus blooming, in a murky pond.
And I finally reached the exit,
walking alongside the rose beds,
the white, yellow, pink and orange,
while captivating were the red...
Some other day, I whispered,
on my lips, a smile appeared,
as slowly, I walked out...
Leaving behind, my memory lane.
© Dr. Manish Rout
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