The Key, Old, And Forgotten Poem by HARVENDRA SINGH

The Key, Old, and Forgotten

The key, hangs on the nog,
Old, forgotten and alone,
Once opened a lock,
Unlocks my old memories now.

The key is left alone.
The lock has gone….
And my maternal grandfather, too,
Who kept it tied to his sacred thread,
He wore around his chest.

Its companions are now no more…
The sacred thread,
The lock and the set of doors, dilapidated,
Which guard a small fenced garden,
Where we played,
My siblings, cousins, friends and I,

Where stood guava trees and a plum,
To which a swing was hung,
The Sawan songs were sung.
Our innocent laughter echoed,
In the garden's lovely shade.

The key revives my old relations
And speak of my toys and joys,
Of my innocent whims
And the tender moments,
We shared together.

It, a symbol of memories past,
Reminds the love that will forever last.
Though my grandparents may be gone,
Their legacy, the key, lives on.
-Harvendra