Poems by
Hima Bindu


a poem by Hima Bindu

They hurt the heart and yet soothe the soul.
They make tears of joy and sorrow well up in ones eyes.
They stand to ascertain that all pictures are gilded and framed
in a fathom of feelings.

They administer sheer happiness into ones life blood.
They adhere to make one presume, an experience relived.
They gambol their way where none others dare to tread.

They spirit away ones grief, despair, and sorrow with gusto unconquerable.
They are the saviours of the sorrow stricken world.
They are the messengers slaved forever and ever.
They are the memories.