From the freshest of pages,
Inked words, beholding millions of thoughts.
To broken artifacts, stories it envisages,
The memories, like fragrant flowers, it salvages.
On surface, the qualities, tenacious,
The depths filled with vibrance.
The values, immortal, vivacious,
On surface, all hidden shining in illuminance
The childlike innocence from seemingly ancient toys,
The spectrum of memories for crinkly, bright diaries.
The ideals, traditions of jewellery, filled with poise,
The visuals of emotions, tranquility to joy to fiery.
On surface I see behold,
Culture and memories left for years
In tangibles the memories enfold
From victories to heartfelt tears.