Remembrance

From trailing clouds of glory, we come, and that is where we go back, as that is our home! 

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting!!

Wordsworth had written beautifully about the transient nature of human life, and then also, how a child takes the place of his or her father, and life goes on. 

But the father, the mother, they stay there in memories, in tributes to their life, by their children. 

Though, human life is certainly a bubble in water, obliterated by the next wave. 

Their lives and memories need to be celebrated!

Remembering my father today, he passed away on 30th July 1983, 38 years ago. 



(The lines modified from Wordsworth's Intimations of Immortality Recollections, and My heart leaps up)

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