It reminds me of my past fate,
The rush of love I have for you,
Overweighs the pain I feel seeing you,
Your eyes remind me of someone,
A person whom I thought was ‘the one’,
You are a living shred of my bitter past,
Like a tiny piece of a broken glass,
I still remember that fateful day,
When drowned in sadness I threw my past reminders away,
The wedding gifts and my beautiful shelter,
Came crumbling down by just a mere court letter,
Tears streamed as I happily detached,
From things associated with my past facade,
You! My Darling, however, are the only memoir,
That I treasure and not regard as a blunder,
Because only a mother can cherish your existence,
Despite the haunted past that flashes with your presence!