down my memory lane .....

Sometimes I love food

Not because I feel hungry

But because it reminds me

Of the pictures I saw

In my nursery rhyme book

The book that I used to read

The book that I used to love

Not because I found

Those rhymes cool

Not because I had

A taste for poetry

But because I found

Those pictures tempting

But because I found

Those pictures cool.

Pictures that made me play

Pictures that made me pray

Not much do I remember

But still do I have

Barrels full of

Faded memory.

Sometimes I love colours

Not because I praise painting

But because it reminds me

Of pictures, I painted

In my primary school.

Paintings with crooked outlines

Paintings with matchless colours.

For hours, I would paint

Not because I was a talented artist

For hours, I would colour

Not because I was a connoisseur of colours

But because I knew

That the colours were magical

But because I loved

The fragrance of pastel-crayons.

Although I’m still not a connoisseur

Although I still can’t paint

Yet I still love painting

Yet I still believe in magic.

Sometimes I dance and sing

Not because that’s a lovely job

But because it reminds me

That I could never dance

That I could never sing.

Down my memory lane

Still I have the pain

Many years came and went

And so did the annual functions

But I never was in

Any item selected

But I always was from

Every item rejected

But I always was from

Every item rejected…