Journal of a Travellers Mind n Heart Jan 2011
A Diary of a Travellers Mind
The world is a stage... where we perform an act.
and then to situations we blindly hastily react.
When our share is done, we have played our part.
Either by breaking or mending a tattered heart.
Our childhood playmates with time all drifted away.
With the shrinkng world, back they came some way.
Childhood memories come with tenderness to play.
Innocent days of joy, that never could slip away.
Shares many a lost smile, extended so generously.
Wiping away, controlled tears that now flow effortlessly.
The tears and all the fears soon will see its end
......when to the angels call our soul will lend,
Make the best of life, with respect, sweetness it must be
To the values of life which should be a great priority...
Memory is a special diary that we carry in our hearts,
Warm and gentle, no careless hands can tear it apart,
Of the Wonder Years we shared with friends, loved ones
A treasured journey under God's glorious golden sun....
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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