Never Guess Me

None can possibly fathom the anguish
I go through when my memory maroons me


I can’t relish repeated failures
At not able to recollect a slice of memory
How-much-ever trivial the content is
It is still vacuously vital for me
As deeds matter to me more than feeds


Often I’m fed up with my retention
As it doesn’t salvage me from scrupulous scars


Whatever mnemonic technique I employ
I seem to have only one kind of memory
Remote memory


Perhaps it is good for me
As I’m not in custody of it


Neither should others guess me while
I cramp through such fleeting fluctuations
Good luck to them; Greater luck to me