CHERISH

He recalled the days he thought, those memories would last

Once thought to be cherished forever,

Now those albums, those memories were nothing less than rotten meat kept forward

But life had to move on, so have to, the people in it.

We have to keep going forwards.

Onward is the journey that awaits,

Ahead are the milestones we aimed,

He again needed a woman he could cherish in his life.

As it is often said, poison cuts poison,

Like Shiva had the serpent around his neck and

Drank away the entire contents,

Without giving much ado about what would happen next!

A woman entered his life finally,

Again, poison is ready to serve him lately.