EMBER!

For there’s much more to remember. perhaps the walk that still embers. The distinct message at the first sight. and pin bent at the other end of the road. Waited for the travellers to haunt at night. when the moon with a smiley face to bright. A stroll to remember where one walked, with hands and hands together at ride. The longest ride with no where to strife . The pages had a crack of fork. The sweetest song played once at night . Today no longer serves the lost pride. There is an unread scribblings, at the frame on front hall. The dried flowers on the wall lay, there hung by their choice. The spiders web too written its sign. The haunted one by the choice. GEETHA JAYAKUMAR. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.