My Treasure Poem by amans bho

The moment I find some leisure
I look upon my treasure
Which is the collection of my sweet, sweet memories
And will day by day increase,
I remember the silliest of times, which I wish never happened
And then the times, people around me caused happiness which I will remember till the end
Oh how can I forget the times my lipstick made me smile idiotically
But now that I’ve outgrown those times, these thoughts appear funny,
All these thoughts are sure to put a smile on my face,
And I laugh as others around me watch me, with grace
Those memories are enough to make my lonely times pass, by making me feel better
And difficult or bitter times, my mood and sorrow will surely alter
Should we consider these as god’s gifts-one of greatest we possess
Yes, cause out of this we get happiness --for which everyone works restless.