Our Memories Poem by Fatima Nusairat

Memories that..;
Behind glass windows /on the door sill,
Those carved in the wall
That emerged in the shadows..
Which has been Whimpers in the way of the cemetery,
That which abandoned on the banks of the streets
And those that are stuck in my footstep
And that laid on clotheslines
And also..
What slip from the head accidently
,
All these memories..
I know it will return;
As it was not eaten from rust..! !