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Before I die


Memories called me From grey dust, I looked back in Distant past. Meadowed green valley Up and down, My sweet home in a Tiny town. Blue lakes lagoon and Insane wind, Royal rock house Almost ruined. Swimming sunrays Bathing in pond, Sand and soil in Friendship bond. Fruit, fish market Howl and cry, Fowl and duck in Sell and buy. Red brick Bridge on Water stream Swallows yellow Hot sun beam. Rain bows weep and Bows on huts; Drags my mind in Ifs and buts. I want to rush and Want to kiss, But my schedule I will miss. From foggy dawn to Dark hazy dusk, I have so many Nonsense task. I still reminisce Those midnights, Melting tears of Blue moonlight. From grey dust my Memories cry, I must go there Before I die.
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