People come and go in our life
They are the pictures
Sketched in our mind
Either remembered or forgotten
Some are like pictures
on the wet sand
Washed out by the waves
Some on the white board
intentionally rubbed by the duster
Some are like screen saver on the desktop
one is replaced by another
And the pictures sketched in the heart
are hard to be erased
A lovely poem on non-erasable memories. Thanks for he sharing. 10 for it.
And the pictures sketched in the heart are hard to be erased Beautiful sketch of memories that sustain. A poem so nicely written. 10 marks.
Muse! ! Life and death. People come and go. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Beautiful and factual observations! Enjoyed reading it! Yes, each face we meet leaves a picture in the mind either vivid or blurred. Some are soon to be erased or to be framed to stay for ever! Some get dim in course of time. Unfortunately some do not fall in the lens of mind's camera!
the pictures sketched in the heart are hard to be erased A lovely poem, pictures made on a heart though turned dim but often come in dreams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a well-written poem, Rini...a highest 10+++++