MEMORIES MAD BUT "MITHHI"
The clock constantly, nonstop, ticks. Sometimes, it even beautifully chimes
It is those which you treasure, cherish, savour; it is indeed those past precious times !
Memories loving, naughty, full of fun, some very cute little trinkets, costing just a few dimes
The food tasty, yummy, that your mum very lovingly made; its taste you savour lifelong
Those looney limericks n rhymes you created, still stay with you; so also, your mum's favourite song.
That laughter crazy, those expressions insane, all the silly jokes hang on, until that last gong.
Armin Dutia Motashaw
