A place for me Where will it be When I am Forgotten ... I cherish them I love them I appreciate them I hold them Close to my heart only to know that I am forgotten… When my special days are forgotten When my presence is ignored When good deeds are in vain When my visits are forgotten When their thoughts hold no place for me When their hearts hold no love for me Where will I be ? A place for me Where will it be If I forget my own self … Neither would I live in their thoughts Nor would I live in mine … A place for me Where will it be ?
In our hearts @jslks and in the hearts of your true friends and well-wishers. Every IL would go through this crossroads that you have so nicely depicted in your lovely poem at some point so it does ring a bell and seems like a deja vu moment for those that have been there already.
It must be in the hearts of your pals. When we remember and say that there is no forgetting that. The more times you remember and recall the more you retain. Retention and recall dramatically increase . So how you remember & entertain Possibility of forgetting Those moments. It will stay It will stay Always green Always green in your memory. Thanks for lovely expression of craving moments. Regards. God comes alive in (your) poem and so too in anthologies.
Well expressed ma'am Love yourself "who is" travelling along every moment of your life and you will locate the place for you Cheers!!
@jskls Lakshmi we must try to live with our own thoughts and work which gives peace of mind .when you forget yourself God is with you and show the way to walk without any one.
Thank you @Lalithambigai. Sometimes life just leaves us at crossroads like this. Thanks for your warm feedback
Thanks for the assurance @Thyagarajan sir ha ha God comes alive in your writings. Nice feedback thanks