Fort ruins

All the times we had passed through
Stay embalmed and available, pickled
Sun- dried like meat pieces preserved
For all those unending vegetable days.

Lucky we had pickled earlier moons
And preserved them for future use.
And now we flaunt them as keepsakes
Souvenirs to show bored neighbours
We had been there, fort ruins and all.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s