Our Private Trove

We all have a private corner in our heart, A soft, cozy corner, where is kept A fancy box, delicately wrapped, That contains some of our fanciful thoughts. That secret box is seldom opened, For it cannot be opened except in privacy, And in absolute, reclusive solitude. It can be shared with no one, however dear! One has to carry this box for a whole life, May be years after years, without opening it. The right time and emotion comes Only on a sad, somber day, when struck with grief! That's the day when one quietly retires To a secluded space, frequented only by some Gray surreal thoughts, incorporeal thoughts, which Suddenly unleash corporeal memories of bygone days! Memories that are overwhelmingly sad but yet sweet, Memories that make us feel light if forgotten, Yet weigh heavily when per chance remembered. Our beating heart is often unaware of their gross weight. Dhaka 04 February 2015