Classic Poem

We shall forget the names of many of our classmates.
The faces of relatives.
We will forget those Railway platforms
Where we once descended during our journeys.
We will forget the smell of arboreal world we experienced in the jungles
We will forget the feel of the
We dipped our hands in.

Perhaps we will forget many more things
And this too that we have forgotten everything.

Yet
We will have many things to remember.
But, surely very little, which we can't forget for ever.

We have more to forget in our lives-either a memory of its smell
And preserve
Only our remembrances which we have forgotten


[Translated by A. Rajaram and the poet]