Memory….My Storage Cell

On observing an object
It reflects into my brain
Forming a vivid image
Which gradually then sets
Preserved for the future usage

Upon hearing it’s name
My mind immediately connects
With the image that had set
In my mind’s storage cell
Regarding the mentioned object

This is a blessing of my Lord, the Great
Having provided me with the memory which retains
All l will to see and then to reflect
Or else, create new images as per my interests
As l wander between the past and the présent states

The beauty of this memory cell is that
With its frequent usage
Better it continues to get
Instead of becoming less
As it gradually grows and expands

Whereas on the other hand
Upon letting it remain in stillness
Succumbs down and lays as a dead
Till the moment when
Occurs an extraordinary situation
Reviving it into a motion again