Out Of My Pockets

TITLE: "Out Of My Pockets"

AUTHOR: Samridhi Narwade

As I walk by the road,

my mind full of doubt,

not a whisper to be told, 

no sign of a crowd,

I ask myself, “What is a memory?”

I walk along the path,

slowly and quietly,

as I search for the answer,

curiously and desperately.

As I walk further,

I smell something sweet;

as a raindrop falls on my skin,

I sense that rain and soil meet.

Suddenly, I notice something

sticking out of my pocket; 

I see a photo of my family,

as I take it out of my jacket.

A long-lasting memory

of my beloved family.

Those priceless moments

meant more than gold to me.

But as the wind pushes through my hand,

it takes away the photo with it,

like the push of a wand,

and leaves me alone, maybe forever.

Then a voice whispers to me,

“Why do you mourn for a piece of paper?”

Shocked, I turn around but see nothing.

And again it whispers,

“Real memories lie in your heart, 

for they are meant to stay there forever.”

I start to walk again,

fearlessly as I admire nature’s bounty.

And only now do I understand, 

that the whisper was my inner beauty.