Footprints

What if my past and my story

The thing I call my history

Is not interesting to anybody

And not useful even to me

What if the thing I call memory

Is really quite like garbage

Bits of old information

Not relevant at this stage

What if my own biography

Is just a mess of footprints

A collection of random events

That somehow left their imprints

Would I still make my story

More important than today

Would I let it imprison me

Or would I go out and play?

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Published by Ramya Ranganathan

My identity is crafted around four Ps - Poetess-Philosopher-Parent-Professor. You can read more about my journey here (https://craftingourlives.com/ramya/)