By: Sakshi Agashe
The names are easy to remember It’s the stories that get lost They try to escape the graves Yet time is a brutal gatekeeper Mercilessly traps them where they are Once in a while some escape Carried by the wind far away Only those that listen can hear The melodious secrets which they part Like medicine to the numbing grief Like a shade on a scorching day Like a hug to lost souls
The stories are immortal in a way They last generations after the names Each give the names a body Each a soul to the lifeless letters They have the power to revive It’s a pity so few escape With the help of searching souls In search of memories long past Looking through diaries and letters Giving the stories a new breath It's a pity so few last Perhaps more searching souls would help Perhaps preserving the stories would help Perhaps seeking the true person beyond names would help.