My words featured on Free Verse Revolution for the monthly theme ” Chance”.
First Published in the Foliate Oak Literary Magazine
I’m etched in your memory
somewhere neatly rooted
in the crevices of your mind,
people celebrate the lost and forgotten
like a rusted bicycle in the ransacked city
down the back alley,
decorated with the bunch of magnolias
pristine and pure,
you walk down this road of melancholy
sadness neatly perched in your heart
pain is the deep stench,
carried by this stale air
heavy with the remembrance.
the pain of getting triggered
deeply rooted in the ashen eyes of
that fearful sparrow
frantically kicking out the
eggs out the nest
to keep that slithering fear
away from its nest.
your mind always waits
for the second chance
a sunflower waiting for its due
an old dilapidated temple,
waiting to be discovered
a hand to wipe off that dust.
Megha is a contributing author at GoDogGO…
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