Sometimes fresh, sometimes faint
The bittersweet hues the past paints
In the shadows of memory’s embrace
Where whispers of yesterday gently trace
Lies the realms of the past, where moments dwell
In the silent chambers of time’s ancient spell.
I wander seeking fragments lost in time
In the labyrinth of moments, sublime
Yet, as I journey through the mists of old
I find within the past a tale untold
For in its depths, a new meaning unfolds
A treasure trove of wisdom, pure gold
The past, a symphony of laughter and tears
A melody that resonates through the years
The lessons learnt with every trace
I embrace the past with grace
The person I am today
Is shaped and guided by the light of yesterday
By Susmita Mukherjee
