Memories

Memories are always on my way 

Not now it began, I carried my bags and books to school

Unconsciously carried my memories along with it, little by little became a huge basket 

Thinking about it, I will grow old and without even thinking I wouldn't have grown and even without realizing I don't think I can grow.

Are you my shadow? sometimes I yell at myself,

Maybe not, but I will be the shade that you long for, replies the memory-filled inner conscience

Won't there be any alert statement like "Memory is full" to raise a control over this pitiful heart and mind to neglect memories 

Though it has, aren't we benevelous enough to store more

Right or wrong, memories are truly brave, intelligent and diligent 

In spite of me, taking too many efforts to pass by it, a flash of a second it takes to surpass me and pause me for a while!!!