Visiting my Alma Mater
Stepped into the small garden.
Sweet memories with her
In battalion returned.
A voice spoke to me faintly
“I will grant you two wishes”.
I could think of nothing but my Grace
Who died in a fatal car accident.
Surprised but asked for first wish
“Give me back my Grace”
Saw her shadow in a tree,
She came, sat but couldn’t touch her.
She was just smoke and air.
Immediately opted for the second wish
“Let her rest in peace”.
March 17, 2014
Dr. Ram Mehta
Form: Free Verse
Contest: Metaphor: Crystal by nette Onclaud
**English is my Second Language**