THE MOMENTO
Oh! an awful night,the silent valley;
So powerful the vehement memories
Resurects plaintive antique memoirs,
Time had run though,half a century.
This fine flute,the momento of her
Pierced into my lamenting sight and
All memorabilia,as a wave flinged
In my soul withered romantic heart.
My heart was once the paradise of pleasures
That she adored;an oath to keep long
Now grew as the memorial of a fright night,
Fearing darkness and drooping senses.
This old valley resort we lived in together
Until the finale time:The open windows
Did bring charming flurries of snow:
As cold as her last breathe,I remember.
Stories of death and reunion I’ave heard
And my insane mind do believe these
To make the best music at my funeral
I pour this venom through her flute…..
-Ajith Vijayan
