Wherever I throw the boomerang, <br />It comes back to me as the memory, <br />In a circle of happy and sad treachery, <br />The glorious life of joyful moments, <br />Even at the hands of full and empty, <br />The torturous episode of gloomy thunder, <br />That echoed in the barren mind field, <br />Blooming of each little flower and pollination, <br />Victorious visuals and displays at the podium, <br />Sprouting of seedling on the shore of peaceful ocean, <br />Unforgettable storage of memories, <br />Come back to me to remind what to do, <br />What not to do, as you are the ancient teacher, <br />With the stern stick in hand to beat my heart and head, <br />Stay with me, how cruel your presence can be, <br />Stay with me, how sorrowful your stay can be, <br />When you leave I will not be the person, <br />Whom I want to be. Let me witness the scars, <br />Trials, tribulations and the success, <br />That have molded me..<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memories-617/
