If someone forgets us, what cause for complaint? 'Mareez', whose memory did we ourselves consistently keep?

Why should we complain if someone forgets us? The poet Mariz subtly asks this very question, immediately turning the gaze inward. He ponders, 'Whose memory always stays with me?' This couplet beautifully highlights a profound human truth. If our own hearts are constantly occupied, forever remembering someone special, then what right do we have to lament or feel hurt if others forget us? Mariz suggests that the act of our own remembering is a consuming experience, making the idea of being forgotten by others seem trivial in comparison. It's a gentle reminder to reflect on our own emotional landscape before pointing fingers.