Some Memories

The other day when I saw the duck-tales,

I remembered you and your smile

Triggered maybe by the ‘quack, quack’

Of some rich but heartless old dreg of duckdom.

And it was then that I realized  

That even ducks can sound good;

That it isn’t the photograph that is

Precious or sweet or bitter,

But the memories that are triggered

In the darkness of my mind,

Which make the photo a joy or a tear

To watch.

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About zeeshan

We are the twinkle in the eyes of oblivion.

2 comments

  1. This one is so beautifully written. Took me down memory lane as well! 🙂

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