The Cartographer of Memories

By Aksa Shafi

In the depths of my soul, a cartographer resides,

Mapping the landscapes of memories, where love and loss abide.

With every heartbeat, a new path is drawn,

Through the terrains of time, where moments are reborn.

In the mountains of youth, laughter echoes still,

Where sun-kissed peaks touch the sky, and dreams are fulfilled.

In the valleys of sorrow, tears fall like the rain,

Where shadows hide the light, and heartache remains.

The cartographer's pen moves with precision and care,

As memories are inscribed, like the lines on a wise face.

With every stroke, a story unfolds,

Of love, loss, and longing, forever to be told.

In the oceans of forgetting, some memories are lost,

Like grains of sand slipping away, forever the cost.

Yet, the cartographer's art preserves what's past,

A topography of the heart, forever to last.

So let the cartographer's pen continue to draw,

The ever-changing maps of memory, where love forever shines through.

For in the landscapes of the heart, our stories are told,

And the cartographer of memories forever holds.

By Aksa Shafi