The Memory

The poem in a nutshell This poem has been composed in a trance of recollection. We all are learners throughout our entire life, no matter whoever we are and how old we are. Life itself is nothing but a book. We all are learners as well as teachers. Hence, we should have an obedient heart to learn from all and sundry. The poem ā āThe Memoryā The azure vernal sky Is now cloud-laden. O hear! The roar of The thunder stirs me up With the sudden memory Of the tĆŖte-Ć -tĆŖte Between last eveningās Bus-conductor and me. I boarded the running bus; He took me up into the vehicle; Right then, the earthen cup Overbrimmād with tea, Hot tea with sugar Got spilt onto his hand. āSorry, Uncle,ā I said, āAre you hurt?ā He shook his hand. The matter was dropped. A little while after, He came to me for Taking the fare; I was a bit scared. Then he looked up With a pair of Glistening eyes, and said, āWhy do you take such...