Wrapped under blanket of memories
Conversations of distant past
With closed eyes I try to see
With ears focused I try to hear
Only to see blurring images
I hear nothing just muffled sounds
Soothing to remember that past
Beauty of it, figured too late
Beauty exists in the present; and ahead
Not to be late; yet again
Copyright: Kirtan Varasia (2024)
as I view it 