THE GIFT

Written by: jayachandran chakrapany

I found a rusted trunk 
Accidently, in a corner of 
My storage room 
Eagerly I opened it 
That was filled with my textbooks 
Almost of the elementary school 
Most of its were white ants eaten 
Except the top of a peacock feather 
A gift given my girlfriend at the school 
Now the past becomes present 
Remember the green eyed girl 
And the moments we spend beside lily ponds 
Fishing in shallow river 
Playing in muds under the rain 
And many many 
that makes me happy now 
a relief from the boring life now .