In the attic of my mind, a treasure chest does lie,
Filled with bygone forgotten memories of days gone by.

Those moments i cherished, the dreams i did weave,
All locked away, forever to be saved.

In that treasure chest of my mind, a keepsake of love,
Where the memories of life are sent from above.

The modesty and the schism, the laughter and those fears,
All preserved in this treasure chest of mine, for years.

I still preserve the good times, the moments profound,
And let go of the rest, without a strife.

© Aneemkp
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For me harking back those moments is always nostalgic.Those family vacations & celebrations we had. Those dinner parties we had with family friends & relatives. In every six months he took time to go on treks with family and friends is so memorable. There are...