Down The Memory Lane

Down the memory lane, I went to a trip.

The garden of marigold was spreading it's fragrance all around.

I was running behind a butterfly.

I remember I was just eight then.

I was plucking a bud from its twig and my mother patted hard on my hand.

Down the memory lane I went to a trip.

I was sitting in a saree in front row of the hall. 

Enjoying watching a performance of dance.

Yeah it was my farewell party of school.

Down the memory lane I went to a trip.

I heard a call of my mother one day.

 my father was ailing on the bed.

I left my studies and went home.

Down the memory lane I went to a trip.

A saw my father lying on mattress.

There was no sensation in him.

He had left the world to begin a new journey.

Down the memory lane I went to a trip.