Treasure Island

Humera Sultana

(Hyderabad, India.)

Memories


Sitting on the fence of memories
I saw them passing by....
One stood awhile and made me smile
While the other waved a 'hi'....
Some pricked a tear, a few embalmed a fear
That one rushed to me....
And flushed a blush!
This one I swallowed...
Another choked me!
One at the dead end
While passing by....
placed a casket in my palm
and said-
'We are your memories..
We are here, never to say GOOD-BYE! ! ! ! ! ! ! '

Submitted: Sunday, November 17, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, November 20, 2013

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