Biased Memory

Just a few hours left!
I will forget everything.
Some mind-dissolving melodies;
Sound of the silence or
The smell of some old nights,
I will forget everything.

My lashes are becoming heavy like-
someone has put stones on them.
Tear drops are rolling down from the corner of my eyes.
Like a long-promised responsibility,
I slowly wrap up all my aches.

Craving for some lost discussions,
I just look at the starry sky.
Cold breeze touches my ailing skin, embraces my sighs.
And I carve my vague imaginations on the galvanized surface-
Something I never want to forget.

Still, I wait for the light of darkness,
I pray for my biased memory,
But, they say, only few hours left!
I am going to forget everything!

The writer is a student of BRAC University.