THE MOMENTO

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