In my book of life 
there are so many pages of my past memories 
being preserved 
very carefully
as of date…
Some pages are endowed with
the fragrance of closeness
as if adorned on the palms 
with soaked henna smells  slowly...
More so
some pages engrossed by the dark night 
of aloofness
sink into the fog of cool winter
like an apathetic  calm evening… 
  
Even today I have preserved  
with utmost care 
all those of my old memories
like someone keeps the holy books
at holy place in the home...
-Firdaus Khan