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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