a poem by Hari (Hyd)

There are things to be forgotten,
Then there are others,
To be written
Indelibly as memories.
What is to be is not
Remain the trial and tribulation
Lessons to be learnt lost
Tears still blur the vision.
You are there somewhere
Sitting snug
Yet the invader dare
Giving these heart strings a tug
You are thrown out
Of my thoughts
A thousand times no doubt
Every day, all nights.
And buried deep down
From where you shall not rise
Yet the mind sinks to mourn
Is it worth, paying this price?