I am walking down the side street
of memory lane number 57,
It's raining there and every souvenir
that I collected from people and
places all my life is getting washed
off from my dusty perceptions,
I can see things which were
not there before,
perhaps some people were not
as insignificant as I thought them to be,
the street is hued in many colors,
maybe my life was not as
achromic as it seemed to me once,
The beauty of memory lane number 57
was lost in the dust of my perceptions
all these years,
I am glad it rained today.
This poem is about a person who is walking down the memory lanes of his life and looking at all the memories which he collected as a souvenir from people and places all his life. He is looking at how his perception has changed over time. It was not the same as it used to be. In the past, he has given less attention to some of the souvenirs because he thought that they weren't important and he used to see this street in black and white but it was always more than that. It was hued in many colors but he failed to see it. Since it rained today, he was able to see it all.
It tells us about how our perception of viewing different things changes over time in our life.
Written by Rebekka Kaur
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