Forgetting, a journey
Iâm least crazy about, maybe not at all.
Iâve wondered about remembrance
but not forgetting, even once.
Forgetting, a phase they tell,
that eventually ends,
but no, itâs  a whole journey
and the road hardly ends.
Itâs a great deal to sort
which, what part to bury deep-down;
Not to let an off-spring sprout again.
Forgetting- breaking those million strings
one by one, on silent mornings
and noisy nights, slowly, gently,
not to leave a bruise.
Piling up those strings
round and round
and owning it like a crown.
It may weigh you down,
but soon, youâll evolve.
And little by little
youâll learn to remember less.
Forgetting:
a one-way journey.
Till your atoms dissolve
a part of the parted soul
will be there, right within your soul
but youâd have mastered
to remember less.
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