Memories


​Strange are your memories
Time and again they peep
From those nooks of the city.

They smile at me and ask
What is my hurry to go back
To that empty house alone.

And so I stop by them to be
A few moments more with life
In everyday’s tale of death.

© Arindam Dey

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