Here’s today’s entry for Word High July challenge
I pass by the tiny village
Unable to recognize this image.
I step down reluctantly from my fancy car,
My eyes search for familiar faces from afar.
Stepping into debris and ruins,
My feet are incapable of moving.
I see the old tree, where meetings were held,
My eyes with tears now swelled.
The lake where I played,
I chose to leave, the memories stayed.
My childhood home broken down,
The people I left, to go to town
are now nowhere to be found.
I close my eyes and reminisce
If I am really quiet,
I can still hear the sound
of laughter and bliss.
© Sneha P [Rights Reserved]